[DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC
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				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 07:39:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://az801518.vo.msecnd.net/banners/9506bc10ce8476e8b5f4b897c3270036)</div><br>Drow poison leaves your body limp and fogs the mind and too much of it slips you off into a dreamless sleep. While the circumstances were different, each of you had found yourself on the wrong end of drow poison in the end and slipping into unconsciousness under the light of the moon. <br><br>You awoke in darkness to face a biting cold, with the heavy weight of metal tight around your neck and wrists. These chains of these manacles were used as something to grab on and guide you around and really didn't restrict you at all, though they weren't particularly comfortable and time has not endeared you to them one bit. When you arrived at Velkynvelve you came up a lift and were then walked between the stalactites on rope bridges to your cell, where you've spent all your time when not working doing any chore your Drow captors could think up. There's been whispers of when the caravan will get here to take you to Menzoberranza to finally be sold and the answer is always "Soon". There's not been any sign of light in the dark depths of caverns below for several days though and the guards seem both bored and restless about it.<br><br>Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress llvara (http://i.imgur.com/oRJm362.png) of House Mtzzrym. Over the past several days, you've met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow. One who has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck and a permanently sour expression and the other the smuggest prick you've ever had the displeasure of meeting. They act as both her bodyguards and the instrument of her will among the spires of Velkynvelve, when she isn't using her staff with the three long tentacles that writhe on the end of it to distribute punishment perfectly, the tentacles stretching to lash out at anyone who gets the wrong end of her capricious mood and sap away their strength. Bard's tell bawdy tales of what tentacles can do in inns, but these ones don't seem to be the kind they're talking about.<br><br>“Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." is a phrase she loves to end a lashing with and you've the sense it's one she's used on many captives before you. <br><br>There's sixteen prisoners in total (Including one of the camps Drow for some odd reason he's been completely refusing to talk about) but at the very moment only six of you are in the cells while the rest are out working. You've usually had little chance to talk without interruption but the work crews seem to be gone longer today than usual and the guards watching your cells from across the bridge are absorbed in a game of dice on a table inside their post. A rare moment of quiet further enhanced by the six of you being left with the quietest, if strangest looking, of the prisoners a frog like creature who calls himself Shuushar (http://i.imgur.com/60p8FIE.png).<br><br>You have been given mushroom soup to drink in wooden bowls through the cells bars by one of the outposts Quoggath servants as usual, the grey stuff is filling at least even though it tastes more like the wooden barrels it's stored in than any mushroom you've eaten before. <br><br>Now might be a good time to make plans, lest you spend the rest of your lives never seeing the sun again.<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/wYLPWDN.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Austrahild (Not present in the Cells)</div><div class="spoiler_body">You've only been here a couple of days and already made a friend. Sharing a little of your food with a miserable looking spider the size of your fist, the furry thing has taken to following you around like a lost puppy. You saw it up on the rafters while you're cleaning the eating hall looking mournfully at all the empty tables. Can spiders look mournful? This one's certainly giving it a go.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fumbledog</div><div class="spoiler_body">The drow took you a day ago to break rocks up by the Waterfall, more just to laugh at you while you worked than for any purpose you could discern. You got the last laugh though, tucking away a small flint stone among your clothes while they were busy talking you've managed to use a few strips of old leather from the garbage pool to make a somewhat functionable dagger. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Absynthe</div><div class="spoiler_body">The drow find it hilarious making you and Naeris throw garbage off the edge of Velkynvyre into the poll in the darkness below and while they keep a few eyes on you at all times while working in case you begin to cast spells, you've still managed to use a quick bit of prestidigitation to hide a broken length of silk rope found among the otherwise useless trash. Two sections five foot long, you took one and Anteros has the other. As your travels have taught you, you can never have enough rope.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mikhail</div><div class="spoiler_body">It took three bolts to put you down during the raid, your fellow militia men fought like lions and you bought more than enough time for those who couldn't fight to retreat to the safety of mountains, where the Drow would never find them before the sun rose. <br><br>So much drow poison in your system has left you mostly useless for days, you're finally feeling you've got your strength back but you've not let that on to the guards quite yet though that hasn't stopped them dragging you out to polish the armour kept in the Guard Post that watches your cell. They watch you carefully while you do it too, you've sadly not had the chance to grab anything for an escape but they always go upstairs to fetch the armour out and won't let you go with them. You've a feeling there's more up there than just Armour.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Naeris</div><div class="spoiler_body">From the moment you got here you've been committing the place to memory. You're fairly sure you have a grasp of every part of Velkynvelve now and there seems to be only two ways out. The lift that you came up on, or a mad dive to the pool you throw garbage into everyday. You can just see webs in the darkness and it might be survivable, or you'd break your neck and die. You've been in no rush to find out. <br>One garbage shift you got passed a five foot length of silk rope by Absynthe and managed to hide it among your clothes before being taken back to the sells. The ground below was a lot further than five feet, you'd need to save up an awful lot more rope.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Zhandi </div><div class="spoiler_body">The drow find you fascinating and have taken to calling you "The pretty Quaggoth" which you're pretty sure isn't a particularly good compliment. While they've rather striking looks the Drow are far more cruel than anything you endured with your master and thankfully while you get some looks no one's taken you to bed yet. You do not think slavery to one of them would be servitude you could bear for long in this never ending Darkness, you can feel Shar's presence in the air in a damned place like this.<br><br>They like to get you to wait tables at the mess hall along with the more savage looking and scraggly Quaggoth servants of the Drow. You've managed to slip away a long kitchen knife while washing the dishes. It's not a weapon of choice but in situations like this a blade's a blade. The Quaggoth in the kitchen spoke a broken version of </div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 09:04:26</strong>
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				It would have been a good way to die, bow in hand and fighting to the last against the Drow. Unfortunately of the predatory races of Faerun, the Drow were one of those who believed in more than mindless slaughter. Oh no, while his friends died and did not need to deal with such awful conditions, he was lucky enough to live from being doped up on poison.&nbsp; He was certain there was enough of it in him to kill a horse, but somehow he lived. Possibly the Drow not using lethal toxins, just the kind that immobilized and weakened someone. Too weak to fight back and maybe even escape – plus knowing that even if he somehow did that he was no longer on the surface and in the bowels of the earth? He had nowhere to go. Mikhail wanted to spit in their eyes and plant an arrow in their throat, but the Drow had him by a proverbial leash and the only way to even think on getting out was to play along. Once some of the poison had left his system, he had the strength to work for the drow. Cleaning armor, which usually seemed clean enough – it was more than likely busy work to keep him from being idle of course. But, being a slave had some perks. They kept an eye on him, he knew this place had to be important for more than just the guards. Were they keeping stuff here? Maybe. Could be their gear, could be maps, could be gods know what. But a secret was a secret, and secrets were valuable when you had nothing else.<br><br>Back in the cell, he graciously took his soup, swishing it around and causing the brackish looking contents to swirl around idly. Maybe not the worst thing he’s ever eaten as it was filling, but it still tasted like wood and pulp. “Well. Here’s to another wretched meal.” Lifting the bowl to his lips and taking a long sip, he wanted to down the wretched stew as quick as possible, plus the days of being unable to eat anything from the poison still made him starved. Sighing in exasperation as he finished his first bout of it, he looked around, quite clearly unhappy but forcing a smile. His clothes were dirty, his brown hair a mess, bags under his eyes...<br><br>“Mikhail. Wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you all under current circumstance...” Most of them looked like familiar races – save the frog-like thing... But perhaps he spoke common too? “But let’s be honest. This is shit. And it’s not gonna get better.” He wanted to say ‘Unless we break out’ Yet did not,&nbsp; because... Yeah, /how/? No goddamn way would the Drow be lax enough to let them get out.
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				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 00:35:08</strong>
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				Shamya had been foolish enough to surrender when things were at their worst.&nbsp; That didn't really stop them from giving her a good smack over the head, no, or maybe it was jabbing her with some of those poisoned daggers.&nbsp; Either way, her head had hurt until recently and her body had a good stab wound in it, too.&nbsp; By the grace of Chauntea, she had lived.&nbsp; By the discipline of a maiden of the wilds, she had known to keep her head down even though nothing could spare one all of a drow's wrath.&nbsp; Though she has been cooperative, at least in appearance, she knows that drow cannot be reasoned with in the long term.&nbsp; The best she can hope for, if she does not escape, is to find a way to kill herself and join Chauntea.<br><br>There was some dried blood on her clothes that is testament to the fact that if Chauntea really wanted her dead, she'd be gone by now.&nbsp; Her body would have fallen and become nutrients for one crop, mushroom, or another, and her spirit would have gone home.<br><br>Besides, there was too much to see down here to give up on life just yet.<br><br>She just had no plans of seeing it from inside of this cell or in chains, still.&nbsp; How could she take care of her hair if she could not wash her hair properly?&nbsp; Even if she had done her best to keep it in order, there was little she could do with just her hands.<br><br>Her voice was low as she began to mutter, "Fumbledog fell down a hole and ended up in the company of five new friends.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hates not being able to wander, though."<br><br>"She will help her friends wander, if they help her wander." She smiled.&nbsp; Though she did not show them her ace, she would gladly help without it.
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				Post by: <strong>Anteros</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 06:57:15</strong>
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				Naeris gingerly accepted the bowl of watery broth brought by the Quaggoth, eyeing he creature warily. She'd heard enough tales about the animosity between their species not to feel at ease around the shaggy beings while she was unarmed. Still, the Quaggoths were far from the scariest things there, the drows were, especially that Ilvara priestess with that awful tentacled staff.<br><br>Naeris didn't have any illusion about her and her fellow prisoners' eventual fate. At best they'd be worked to death. At worst, they'd be sacrificed in some gruesome fashion to Lolth or some other demon, and as an elf, she had no doubt that the fate the reviled dhaerow would inflict upon her would be along the worst side of the spectrum. Which meant they had to escape and the sooner the better.<br><br>Unfortunately, the task promised to be difficult. She'd managed to establish a pretty good mental map of the drow outpost, but she still didn't know how numerous the opposition was or all the patrols' patterns. <br>The others captives might work with her, but some might also decide to curry favor with the dhaerow. She thought the cute human spellaster was a safe bet, after all she got her that rope during their garbage shift. True she had yet to figure out how a five feet long rope would help, but who knew? <br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted when some of the others began to talk. The human male sounded kind of grumpy which was more than understandable given the circumstances. The gnome had a curious speech pattern that made her sound somewhat childish, but it might just come from a lack of familiarity with Common. Naeris wasn't that accustomed to the language herself not having had that many opportunities to speak to n-tel-quessir before.<br><br>"I'd be more than happy to leave this place myself, but escape will be difficult. Our movements are restrained, we're weakened and far from anythin and anyone familiar, while our captors are numerous, strong and well armed, and we're on their territory. I've only seen two ways out: the lift we used to come up to the Southwest and the pool to the north if we can climb down or survive the fall. We might be able to somehow use the spiderwebs? We'll also need to either avoid confrontation on our way there, or make sure to only fight groups less numerous than we are. We'll need to get rid of those chains first, of course."<br>She sighed. If only she could formulate an actual plan. But without more data, making a more detailed plan would be impractical.<br>"I'm Naeris, by the way. Naeris Amastacia. I regret that our meeting had to happen in this circumstances."<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 07:27:30</strong>
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				Taking another sip of this meal that he’d feel kinda guilty over feeding to a pig, some of the other slaves made some introductions, Mikhail regarded his companions. A gnome – Fumbledog. Not the most common of names, but the only gnomes he really saw before were travelers, maybe it was just a gnome thing. The Elf however looked a lot more concerned, and spoke in a way that made sense. He knew Drow as bogeymen before this, that they snatched rotten children or stray ones and ate them. Of course that wasn’t really the truth, but was it much of a lie? Probably not, either way, the Elf probably had more to worry about than he did, so he felt sympathy to Naeris. “Well, glad i’m not the only one thinking of it. I didn’t say it though because well... Anyone know where we can escape to? There’s underdark on one side, and underdark on the other. And our best options If we ever got an opportunity for breakthrough are a leap of faith, hoping that the drow give us enough freedom to do so. And then we make a leap of faith, or climb. And the&nbsp; spider webs are probably crawling with... Yanno, spiders.”<br><br>“Still, i’m not hopeless. Maybe there’s something we can do, I don’t know. I do know there’s something else in that guard tower though. Little drow shits have me polishing their armor every day. They don’t let me on the second floor, but I know there’s something up there. Has to be. They don’t want me knowing what it is, either. So could be something good, who knows? A map of the area? Our gear? I mean, I was armed and armored when I was captured. Dunno bout y’all, but I’d at least feel better running into the unknown if I had my bow. I don’t want to fight these drow in any case. There’s no way we can win in a fight here against ‘em. Best we can do is run for our lives if we get caught out.” But, there was a chance, and a very dim hope. Which was hopefully enough.
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				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 14:50:24</strong>
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				Zhandi was too lost in thought to make an immediate introduction. Her mind was filled with regret, regret at the stupidity of traveling alone in the rural North. As a devotee of Silvanus, transitioning from a pampered house servant to a wanderer of Silvanus almost came naturally. What did not come naturally was battle: she was still learning about the natural wilds, such was where to shoot predators in the right spot to make them retreat, and knowing that not all predators or scruffy-looking travelevers were itching for a fight, but the drow were not so limited. One moment she was resting in the night with a campfire on the side of the road a days' distance from town, the next a stabbing pain from a crossbow bolt coated in some unknown substance...<br><br>"Zhandi," she said, finally breaking her silence. "That is my name. I'd say 'good to meet you,' but...it doesn't feel right at this moment. Maybe save it for later, once we're out of here?"<br><br>The catgirl tried to give a smile, hoping that they may come to such happy circumstances in time.<br><br>"But I'm not good at escaping from jails; I've always been a good girl.I know that Silvanus will help us out somehow."
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				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 15:36:28</strong>
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				"We will have to help ourselves, Zhandi, but such devotion and belief will surely be rewarded in time." Shamya smiled warmly, thinking the matter over briefly.&nbsp; She decided that this lot would not likely betray her.&nbsp; If nothing else, she had little to lose if she decided to believe in them.&nbsp; Though she kept her voice quiet, she spoke more quickly now,&nbsp; "I do not welcome a fight, either, but anyone who can use a blade and has not found sharp things while the drow were not looking, you need only ask and I can provide you with a sharp thing.&nbsp; It is regrettable, but we will likely have to kill to escape here.&nbsp; I am much more comfortable with a crossbow or with the little miracles Chauntea allows me to work."
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				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 03:16:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/bpyFI3z.png)</div><br>Shuushar happily blubs away to himself as the group talk. The big toad didn't speak common but from the nature of him he didn't seem like he'd be much use anyway. Laid back to the point that even a lashing from the Drow wouldn't crack his dream like drift through life. He would likely be no happier out of prison than in it.<br><br>The guards rarely let you work in more than a pair but thankfully the bridge between you and the post where they make Mikhail polish armour gives you plenty of warning of when they're coming. Two drow with crossbows are nudging along with their feet a pair of deep gnomes. Wiry creatures with darker skin than Fumbledog and patches of hair, Turvy was mostly bald on top and muttered constantly to himself in a dialect similar to common but not similar enough to really be intelligible. His sister Topsy had a more messy mop of hair and did speak Common, translating for her brother whenever she felt what he was mumbling was actually relevant. They were a skittish pair but protective of each other and when Turvy gets a kick from one of the drow guards that causes him to stumble, Topsy goes right for a good old bite on his leg. <br><br>The drow is quicker and catches her with a boot to the stomach pinning her to the ground and fumbling for the keys on his belt. Unlocking the cell door he slides Topsy in and Turvy gets tossed in after her the pair bouncing off the far wall before coming to stop. The drow lock the cell and dusts off his boot, "You'd be lucky to get a taste of this leather" he said in elvish, with a sneering laugh through the bars. "Try that again and you'll go to the spiders. You're all only worth something if you know your place."<br><br>Topsy licks back her hair as she straightens herself out, a bump like that was nothing for a hardy deep Gnome and gives a guttural cuss in undercommon as the Drow leave back over the bridge. <br><br>"Idiots. Don't understand a word that comes out of them" Topsy continues to no one in particular in Common, shuffling up to the wall with Turvy and checking him for cuts. <br><br>"They take any of you out mushroom picking?" she asks casually "Were making us eat a bit of everything they picked, but we're used to fire lichen while their poor sensitive tongues can't handle anything spicy. One of them's still got their tongue running under the Waterfall, we'd have probably got lashes if the others hadn't found it so funny."
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				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 23:11:29</strong>
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				It's only a moment later, but one of the hulking Quaggoth's passes the drow on the bridge with Austrahild beside them. Far more docile than the Drow guards they were still pretty strict about people sticking to the rules and even had a set of keys to let Austrahild back into the cell. Challanging them without a weapon seemed unwise, those claws might make holding a broom difficult but they would make short work of an unarmed torso. <br><br>"Mrgggh" the Quaggoth grumbled as a goodbye (Or maybe just on principle) as they locked the door again, the key sticking and needing a few wiggles. It was in bad need of a spot of oil, more rust than lock by this point. It watches the people in the cell with sad eyes for a few moments and then pads off back to the open cave the Quaggoth slept in.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 06:12:02</strong>
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				The catgirl smiled at Shamya's ingenuity, and further upon revealing her penchant for miracles.<br><br>"Chauntea..." she mused. "I heard of her from a few farmers in my travels. She's the one who makes the crops grow, right? Sadly, there doesn't seem to be many crops down here...I don't think these mushrooms count."<br><br>Her demeanor brightened a bit when Topsy and Turvy came into the cell.<br><br>"Hello there!" Zhandi said to the deep gnome duo as they unceremoniously entered. "My name's Zhandi! And you?"<br><br>Albeit not trained in medicine, she does her best to provide comfort if either appeared too hurt.&nbsp; She laughed at hearing their hijinks in feeding one of their tormentors some spicy food.<br><br>"No, I serve the mushrooms rather than pick them," Zhandi answered Topsy. "We all seem to be slaves taken for a variety of tasks. How did you get here? Also, please do not take offense to this, but what race are you two? I have never seen people like you before."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Persuasion on the gnomes 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87109)</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 08:34:44</strong>
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				Hild was pretty sure that the drow had only made her sweep out the kitchens and the mess hall because she had expressed a desire to do the hardest labor they could find. The frilly dress they had found for the paladin to wear while she did it only added insult to, well, insult, and following it up by unceremoniously dropping her back into the cells was adding... it was adding insult to insult to insult! (Sadly by the time she was within reach of biting the drow as well, the altercation with the deep gnome was already over.)<br><br>"A warrior's spirit can hardly endure such conditions," she grumbled to no one in particular as she was returned to her cell. There, at least, was one prisoner ready and eager to have her escape (or possibly revenge).<br><br>She eyed the mushroom soup like it was, well, entirely flavored by mushrooms. "Did you save any fire lichen?" she asked, half making conversation, "it would be welcome to have it instead of just... this."
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				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 13:24:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/bpyFI3z.png)</div><br>"We're Gnomes" Topsy says, tackling Zhandi's question first. "I mean, no offense to the Surface Gnome of course. I know you put it the other way around."<br><br>Satisfied Turvy isn't hurt, she starts pulling a selection of mushrooms from the folds of his clothes instead. Most are just plain greyish white, but there's a vivid purple and rose red one among the selection. Separating the vivid purple from the others, Turvy counts them off and then breaks a little piece off the cap of the rose red mushroom and offers it to Hild.<br><br>"Just sprinkle it, want to make it last. Was thinking we could gather enough food for when we make an escape." and she looks between Hild and Zhandi cautiously, rubbing the back of her neck "Haven't really worked out how we're doing that yet, but we're patient. Something will turn up, it always does if you wait long enough."
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				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 17:02:56</strong>
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				"Surface gnomes, underground gnomes...we're all short and willing to stab at these drow, yes?" Then, Shamya peers at the halfling. "You are a warrior?&nbsp; I am called Fumbledog.&nbsp; Take this from me.&nbsp; It will make the soup taste better."<br><br>She slides herself over to the halfling and passes the flint dagger she made over with the same calmness that one would when passing the salt.&nbsp; "And Zhandi, she also keeps the hearth warm on frigid nights.&nbsp; I pray she will grant us some warmth until we can all gather around a hearth together."
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				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>31-03-2016, 07:03:40</strong>
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				"You're giving this to... me?" Hild seemed halfway between delighted and horrified to be offered the shiv by Fumbledog. "The canoness wouldn't even let me have a pair of scissors for fear I'd run with them." (She had been right, of course, and the fact that Hild had both her eyes was more a happy accident than anything else. Now those poor, poor curtains, that was another story.) "Thank you, of course," she nodded, "for the soup, which is a thing that needs flavor." She sprinkled the fire mushroom(?) on her soup, on the off-chance it was poisonous there would suddenly be an illness that the drow needed to take care of. Someone was always faking an illness in prison escapes (at least as far as she knew), so the real thing would probably be better, right?<br><br>"Austrahild Wanderfoot. Just call me Hild, please, there's no need to be formal." What a silly thing to say in conditions like these. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 06:56:07</strong>
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				Fire mushroom did give the soup a nice spice, after a few days of nothing but bland mushrooms anything with flavour would taste good. <br><br>It was hard to keep track of time down here, with no change of light the only way to tell time was passing was to watch torches burn down from inside the cell. It was about as exciting as it sounded to do it too, it wasn't a wonder that the Dark Elves made their own entertainment, this place would drive anyone mad. Turvy seemed to already be half way there, murmuring to Topsy as he sullenly sat in the corner, the pair holding a private conversation like usual. <br><br>The sound of the rushing waterfall, was a constant background hum only broken by the occasional screech of a dweller of the Underdark. As the torches got low Mistress Ilvara (http://i.imgur.com/oRJm362.png) made her way to the cells, flanked as always by her respectively scarred and smug bodyguards. They were dragging behind them on a chain one of their own, a Drow who'd been in the cells with you for a few days the sickly looking Sarith Kzeharit (http://i.imgur.com/yQUajmk.png) who had refused to talk to anyone at all. He joined Turvy in the murmuring though, rushed exclmations of "No it can't have been" and It's a trick in elven, getting angry at anyone who'd call him out on it. Left alone he was harmless enough. <br><br>He was having a terrible time of it now though, the chain binding him to the scarred elf bodyguard was dragging him off his feet and scraping him along the ground. He nearly went off the side of one of the bridges and was only saved by the tentacled whip staff of Ilvara, who laughed as he was pulled back from the edge. <br><br>"He's so eager to be going", she said in Common that from the sounds of it she'd learned from a teenage girl. It was far too peppy sounding for a Drow. Her tentacled staff flickering at the air as if eager to lash out as she went on "But he'll be staying a few more days yet. I have some most excellent news for you all though. Some of you are getting out today!"<br><br>Unlocking the cell, the smug looking pretty boy that was Ilvara's right hand stepped into the cell, sword in hand as he pointed out everyone in the cell except the Gnomes and waved them out. The frog like Shuushar took some prodding before he even noticed they were there, which earned him a kick. A kick that the frog man didn't even register, which earned him another.<br><br>"Oh stop it Shoor, you might as well try bully a stone" and she lead the way out of the cell and back along the bridge, through the place where Mikhail cleaned armor, inattentive guards were now paying much more attention and cards hastily cleaned away and out the other side onto the bridge overlooking the waterfall. <br><br>"Oi' took your time you coal faced bitch." came the voice of the worst cellmate any group had ever had the misfortune of sharing. Bound up in webs and hanging from a stalactite out between the bridge and the waterfall was good old Ront (http://i.imgur.com/COjp6YB.png). A half orc with an attitude as ugly as his face, Ront liked to fight anyone he hated and he found an excuse to hate absolutely everyone. He talked a big game, but outnumbered as he was in the cells he'd never actually started a fight with anyone except the dwarf prisoner Eldeth Feldrun &nbsp;(http://i.imgur.com/07XkZUv.png)<br><br>Eldeth had the misfortune of being tied up right beside Ront and looking none too happy about it. "If you're going to kill us, do I have to die with this coward? I'd rather my ancestors never had to hear his lying tongue"<br><br>"Oi! Shut it half-pint, I'll knock your teeth out" Ront growled, struggling to try get free and doing nothing but bouncing the strand of web they were both on. "Say that to my face! I dare y-<br><br>He's cut short by a lash from Ilvara's whip, the tentacles stretching out across the divide to leave a bloody across the Half-Orc's face. He stares daggers at the Drow, but he shuts up at least. Far below in the shadows spider like things are moving along the webs far below, interested to see if they're going to be fed today or not.<br><br>"The quiet tomorrow will be blissful" Ilvara says, turning to the prisoners lined up on the bridge "So I imagine you're dying to hear what this is all about and I shall of course enlighten you. We simply cannot afford to keep you all anymore and so, we're cutting away the chaff. Our irascible Orc"<br><br>"Half-Orc you blind spider fucker!"<br><br>"Nobody cares. Our irascible Orc is clearly never going to learn his place and the Dwarf... well I just don't like dwarves. They're very preachy."<br><br>Eldeth opens her mouth to complain, but closes it when she realizes saying anything would just prove them right, so she settles for a good glare.<br><br>"Two sacrifices to Lloth is good, but she is a hungry goddess and I'd feel like she wouldn't answer our prayers if I didn't do at least a third. We've something special waiting for our traitorous kin" she says, stepping on the back of Sarith and forcing him to the ground again. He begins to spit out a denial but is silenced by that cruel tentacled whip. "So we need a volunteer. No, actually let's make this interesting. I want you to volunteer someone for me and none of this selfless sacrifice you surfacers love so much. It can't be yourself, volunteer someone else."<br><br>"The other dwarf!" Ront roared and is immediately shouted down by Eldeth.<br><br>"She's a halfling you idiot! How many times do I need to tell you we're not even the same race! Marthammor's Mercy could this death be any more undignified?"<br><br>"Well it's a start. Do you all agree? The Halfling sound good?"Ilvar said, casually leaning on her staff. "I'd feel like a true coward offering up the smallest of my own, but then I don't expect surfacers to know anything of bravery. So let's hear it. Who dies?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map. You're on the bridge just to the North West of the number 9</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/wYLPWDN.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 11:09:12</strong>
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				He missed home, terribly. The best thing he could do to sleep at night was assume that his sacrifice bought precious time for others, but really? Who knew. No one else from the village was here, that was a good sign. There was a dwarf, an ornery half orc, the two... Gnome looking things, emaciated compared to what he would call a real gnome, but really they were just in the same sorry lot he was. “I am a warrior too. Archer, this makes me wish for the callouses I got just nocking arrows. Ah, my only regret is I never got one of these fucks in the neck and let ‘em choke on their blood. Oh well, maybe if I am lucky I will be able to do that as a vengeful spirit.” his tone was bitter, if amused – he was clearly not resigned to death, but he didn’t want to dream about escaping. “We can be patient but our captor are still captors, we will still have to really look if we want a chance to escape...” or make a clumsy play of hand, and do something drastic.<br><br>Or, something drastic was shoved right into their hands. The fucking bitch of a priestess was enjoying her work, and as they bullied the frog, he winced. Each kick was unpleasant, and simply put, cruel. It was foul, and he had no stomach for it.. But he was smart enough to bite that anger in, hold his tongue back. Silent through the exchange, Mikhails eyes darted between the two proffered sacrifices, and he cringed somewhat, shuddering. Eldeth was by all accounts a good woman even if he didn’t know her much, and Ront... Not the best person, but sure as hell did not deserve death. If the Drow wanted to make this a game he’d have none of it, and at that moment even his calmer temper flared. “Whatever hell waits for you drow I sure as fuck hope there’s a special spot for you.” He was prepared for the consequence, and while it wouldn’t count as a good way to make himself an offering, he at least hoped she’d entertain it. Maybe something could happen, but... Even that seemed dim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 20:51:27</strong>
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				Austrahild felt sick as the half-orc pointed at her, an awful feeling that gnawed at the pit of her stomach. Oh yes, she was very definitely going to die. Was she trembling? She hadn't been this afraid when they had captured her, so what was this now?<br><br><em>No</em>, a little voice in her head told her, <em>this isn't how you make your god and ancestors proud. </em><br><br>A heroine didn't act like this. Would she meet Avoreen with her knees knocking? Like hell!<br><br>"Fine!" she thought she shouted, but her throat was dry that it was more like a whisper.<br><br>"Fine!" Real words, now. Better! Courage was being afraid and doing something crazy anyway, right? She needed to look the priestess in the eye, even if she had to do a lot of craning to do it she had the flinty glare that could bore its way into mountains. Or at least she thought she did. "If someone's going to die today, I choose me. And I hope your wretched whore goddess chokes on me."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intimidate!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intimidation, to unnerve the priestess and possibly get her to hang the procedures! This is the best plan and will not go horribly wrong at all.<br>At 2016-04-02 13:49:28, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87209)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 22:45:41</strong>
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				"On the contrary," Zhandi said as she looked to both Austrahild and Ilvar, "I volunteer a third option."<br><br>The catgirl smiled, realizing that even with but clothes and a dagger she was still magically adept.<br><br>"You!"<br><br>With a snap of her fingers she readied to let out a wave of thunderous force at the drow!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Do we roll initiative normally, or does this count as an ambush/surprise round?<br><br>Just in case, I made two of my rolls ahead of time:<br><br>Initiative 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87213)<br><br>Thunderwave 7 damage (DC 12 save) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87214)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anteros</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 02:21:22</strong>
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				Naeris tried to note whatever details she could from the drows and the quaggoth who brought the others prisoners. Who knew? any data she could gather might prove useful in escaping.<br>She greeted Topsy Turvy and Autrrahild quietly, not wanting to risk attracting the attention of one of their captors while they were about. <br>The young elf let Zhandi help the Svirfneblins without interfering since she seemed to have things well in hand on that front.<br>The druid observed the interraction between Fumbledog and Austrahild with interest. The gnome managing to build and hide a dagger in those circumstances spoke well of her abilities. She'd be a precious ally.<br><br>She was about to ask if Fumbledog had other weapons, when Ilvara arrived with two other prisoners and some guards. Damn.<br>Her composure wavered when she heard the twisted demand of the drow. Choose to send someone to their death? Where did such sick ideas even come from?<br>She almost growled whe the half-orc pointed to the halfling woman. Bastard. <br>And how bravely Austrahild reacted! This whole siituation was maddening. Still there had to be a way. What if they all designated someone different? Of course, it would only work if all of them understood what as happening. Otherwise, some of the others might decide to designate the one they thought was turning on them<br><br>Once again something unexpected happened as she as she was going to speak. This time though, things were much more dramatic as Zhandi prepared to attack the drow.<br><br>OH. SHIT! We're all gonna die, she thought.<br><br>What the hell? They were still chained and in plain sight of the guards! What did she hope to accomplish? <br><br>"Wait! There are other options!" she shouted in Common.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Dunno if I can try to interrupt but just in case...<br>Initiative to try to attract Zhandi's attention before she attacks: Initiative 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87221)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 06:24:16</strong>
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				Alas for Anteros her words, wise as they were, came too late.<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*THOOM*</span></strong><br><br>As spells went it was far from subtle, the bridge rocked under the pressure wave of the spell and a few of the planks along it cracking and falling away into the abyss. The elves throw up their arms to shield themselves from the blast and while their hair blows back dramatically it doesn't seem to have had quiet the intended effect. Their feet were well planted and the Drow prisoners Sarith's chains helped bind them together and keep them from falling.<br><br>"Well!"Mistress Ilvara says as she lowers her hand, eyes narrowed at the cat woman on the bridge. "I don't think you understood my rules at all. Insulting the goddesses name and trying to be clever? Let's make it four."<br><br>Stepping towards the group Ilvara raised her whip, but the crack that followed wasn't from those lashing tentacles but the board she'd place her foot on. The blast from Zhandi had shaken parts of the bridge loose and Ilvara's foot went right through, an undignified yelp from her throat as she fell hand dragging at the chain tied to Sarith and her two bodyguards drow. <br><br>"Pull me up right now!" she yelled at her bodyguards, Sarith was frozen looking at her dangling there in shock and made no motion to help as they did. "I'll show them other options! Terrible options!"<br><br>Ront meanwhile, was laughing as hard a Half-Orc could, swinging away in his web. At least he was going to die smiling.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry Anteros! <br><br>If it makes it any better the chains are for grabbing and don't restrict you that badly, as long as you don't go pulling any acrobatics that is. Without equipment yet it's not going to be a proper fight, but I'm guessing a turn order will be good for if we do slip into it.<br><br>I'm treating the Drow as one group for this and they got an Initiative of 14. Players win ties on initiative in my game, so if you match with anyone else on the list you get to go ahead of them.<br><br>I'll try sweep the thread to update what happens as often as possible, <br><br>Every Drow makes their saving throw! The bridge however did not and while it doesn't break apart it has become treacherous for the side the Drow are on. Every Drow except Ilvara makes the roll to stay upright, as you probably read.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll20 is now live!<br><br>If for some reason you're not in it link is here.<br>https://app.roll20.net/join/1329165/4QyxDA<br><br>&nbsp;I've used your Portraits for each player for now. If you want a character picture for your character instead tell me in the OOC thread or an OOC note which one you'd like<br>Each square is 5 feet, as the scale in the bottom right of the big map says. Use the ruler for distance measuring if you want. You can pass friendlies but not enemies and what you can see is what your character can see. Though it's well lit and you're all grouped up so right now that isn't really much of an issue. <br><br>(http://i.imgur.com/A9dA8j6.jpg)<br><br>It's a bit of a squeeze, but it is a bridge.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 Zhandi <br>14 Drow<br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br><br><br>Ront and Eldeth are both webbed right now, so they won't be doing anything on their turns unless that changes.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 06:49:25</strong>
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				"Ha!" As the crackle of thunder faded, he knew two things. One, that it meant trouble. Two, that it really fucking meant trouble. But at the very least they could die doing something, if they were going to die. "Your bitch goddess doesn't care about you or what you do!" If Ilvara was going to gut them for her goddess than Mikhail might as well help ensure that she has a miserable time of trying. When she then tripped and clung for her life, he knew that things could at least get interesting. Turning to the woman next to him, his arms moved with the manacles, seeking to move her around, keep her from the entry of the guard house as he sought to fling himself toward it. If he could buy the others a bit of time to do... something, then frankly? He was fine with that. The guards would surely be on their flank, and Mikhail figured he could take one, maybe two blows from them before he went down. "Move!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grabbing Absynthe and moving her, effectively trading places, if possible</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 07:09:24</strong>
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				Austrahild darted in alongside the guards; was she helping? Oh, not a bit. She didn't have the raw strength or bulk to push around the drow on her own, but using their own efforts against them, that was well within her power! As they pulled Ilvara she pulled with them, and when they stopped pulling she kept on pulling, aiming for the momentum to swing the priestess free and clear over the opposite side of the bridge, away from the spiderwebs and down into the abyss below. If the priestess resisted she'd give a good stomp on the hand trying to hang onto the chain - better for her to perish in peace than to take others with her!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Getting in there with good old Halfling Nimbleness to Shove the priestess off the bridge. Attack roll is Strength+Athletics: sadly, a 12 (*crosses fingers for Advantage*)<br>At 2016-04-03 00:07:24, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87235)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2016-04-02 23:37:35, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87234)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anteros</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 08:35:25</strong>
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				"Oh, screw subtelty then" sighed Naeris.<br>Since things had gone south, no point in holdin back anymore right? And she really, really wanted to take down a few of those jerks.<br>Hands moving in mystical patterns, she said a quick incantation conjuring a fistful of bright blue-white flames that she threw at Ilvara's hand.<br>"Burn bitch, burn!" she screamed with a manic laugh before running to stand between Absynthe and Mikhail to be out of reach of vengeful drow blades.<br>"Someone please free the Dwarf lady and the Half-moron!" se called as she went.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Produce Flame!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Let's get dangerous!<br>Attack roll: Attack=25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87236)<br>Damage rolls:&nbsp; 1st dice=5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87238) &amp;&nbsp; 2nd dice=4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87237) <br><br></div></div><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 18:05:19</strong>
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				Hildiguard's help has Ilvara only momentarily on solid footing, before she's whipped across the bridge and right over the ropes on the other side, dragging the drow chained to her to the other end. There's the clack of chains and she appears to have saved herself though, swinging on the chain over the abyss precariously and looking bloody furious about it.<br><br>A small lance of crackling blue-white flame over the edge of the bridge from Naeris hits her robes and there's the roar of fire catching as she goes up like a pyre. Flailing, she had to use her hands to beat out the fires taking her but that means letting go of the chains! The flaming Ilvara disappears as a speck of light into the darkness below that winks out before you can even hear the crunch of an impact with the ground. The ground wasn't too far below the darkness at least that was apparent.<br><br>"Mistress!" cries the smug looking Drow, though more horrified than smug right now. The one with the scars seems almost amused.<br><br>"She'll have no cause to complain of my looks now..." and just gives the Smug drow a sly smile when glared at "The prisoners are still rioting, panic later dear boy."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hildiguard doesn't get advantage sadly....<br>But Ilvara rolls a 10 anyway and fails! <br><br>The fire sets aflame Ilvara and causes her grip to slip, she wasn't dead from damage but she looked close. Away into the black she goes!<br><br>Still to go before the drow have their turn are Fumbledog and Absynthe, though I'll NPC Absynthe for now if they haven't gone by the time Fumbledog takes their turn.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/Zy2kO0X.jpg)<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>23 Mikhail<br>15 Austrahild<br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 Zhandi <br>14 Drow<br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br><br>Ront and Eldeth are both webbed right now, so they won't be doing anything on their turns unless that changes.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 20:03:07</strong>
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				Shamya begins praying when things go badly.&nbsp; "Goddess of Hearth and Wild, grant that drow the warmth of the hearth!"<br><br>She points at whichever drow seems worst off by the time her action resolves, and lets the light of Chauntea burn their wickedness away!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative is 3.<br>At 2016-04-03 12:55:55, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87248)<br><br>Shamya will cast Sacred Flame on whichever drow seems worst off by the time she stops praying and starts acting.<br><br>The spell deals deals 1d8 radiant damage unless the target succeeds on a Dexterity Save (DC 10; 8+ 2 Wis Mod (I believe))<br>Ignoring the fact that I accidentally added two to the result, it deals <strong>three radiant damage.</strong>&nbsp; The target gains no benefit from cover to the saving throw roll, and it can work at a 60 foot range.<br><br>At 2016-04-03 12:58:30, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d8a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87249)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 23:19:58</strong>
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				Sunlight is not a friend of the drow and the light of the harvest goddess causes the smug drow to throw back his arm and hiss as his skin begins to peel. They're readying their poison tipped crossbows, but those quick on their feet still had time to act.<br><br>Absynthe meanwhile draws a line of green fire in the air and then slashes it out towards Ront's web casing, he gives a roar as it sears his flesh but he's quick to grab out at Absynthe's offered hand as he falls and begin climbing back up onto the bridge.<br><br>"Saved me before the Dwarf!" he laughs "Ain't that a thing. Let's crack some elf skulls"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">NPC'ing Absynthe for a little in case their player drops in, so she won't be saying much. <br><br>Ront spends his turn not falling and is on the side of the bridge now. <br><br>End of the Surprise round! Everyone beat the Drow to Initiative except Fumbledog, so everyone except Fumbledog gets to go again.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/xmzMx2N.jpg)<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>23 Mikhail<br>16 Absynthe<br>15 Austrahild<br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 Zhandi <br><strong>14 Drow</strong><br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br><br>Eldeth is webbed right now, so she won't be doing anything on their turns unless that changes.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anteros</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 08:51:11</strong>
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				Naeris had really hoped Ilvara's defeat would have more of an impact on her two guards, but they hadn't even bothered to go check if she was dead. She should have expected this from drows, but that degree of callousness was still a new concept for her.<br>At least it should mean the guards wouldn't be too motivated about avenging her. <br>Reassured that the others prisoners were keeping the drows occupied, Naeris raced to the edge of the bridge to free Eldeth, burning away the webbing that bound her with quickly summoned fire and helping her get onto the bridge.<br><br>"Are you well enough to fight or run?" she asked the dwarf. The Half-Orc had been fine, but better to be sure in case the small woman needed healing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 01:43:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hild would have taken the time to make sure that the priestess had hit bottom, but there were poison-tipped crossbows being readied and she knew that if one of those hit her, she'd be down for the count again, and if any of her companions were hit... things wouldn't go so well either. Setting her feet against the slats of the bridge she rushed at the smug drow, hoping to shoulder-charge his legs out from under him and keep him from shooting anyone! "Maybe you should- erh! Go check on her!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shove shove shove! Trying to pitch another drow over the side! <br>At 2016-04-07 18:42:37, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87405)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 02:36:15</strong>
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				"From the stinging winds of the desert to the summer sun, I summon nature's fire to burn thee!"<br><br>She focused her intensity on the drow in the very back, between where the bridge ends and solid land begins.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sacred Flame 4 radiant damage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87410)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 09:39:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing that he really lacks much of an option to fight, Mikhail keeps near the door, seeking to dodge and evade blows, hoping that the drow guards are at least distracted long enough by him that his allies can do something. 'Damnit, really wish I had my bow...' Muttering quietly, he focused instead on being a hard to hit target, while still staring potential death in the face. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">On my turn I will take the dodge action, giving enemies disadvantage to attack me.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 22:07:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/NtuwmUq.png)</div><br>Shamya's flames lash out at the already burnt (And vey smug) drow and they strike true, causing him to hiss in pain once more as the fires lap at his feet. <br><br>"I'm getting real sick of this magic shi-" says the smug drow Shamya had just nailed but he's quick enough to duck to the side to dodge Zhandi's fiery follow up. The scarred Drow behind him is not so fast catching the flames right on the chest and as he staggers back the flames splash out onto the end of the bridge and quickly catch alight trapping him away from the rest.<br><br>The Smug drow doesn't even get time to react to it before catching a halfling in the small of his back, sending him tumbling over the edge of the bridge ropes, but he's quick to react at least getting a hand around one of the support ropes and swinging himself back in and using the momentum to take a leap over to his friend. They might not be having much luck but they're still elves, the lithe swishy bastards that they are.<br><br>"It's all going to the abyss." the Smug one growls as the Scarred Drow sights along his crossbow.<br><br>"Nonsense, they've just made this fun is all" the Scarred one replies and his crossbow string snaps sending a black bolt sailing through the flames. Austrahild never even stood a chance of dodging it, the bolt hammering into her shoulder at speed. The pain hurts, but the creeping numbness from the wound that follows is even more worrying...<br><br>At her feet the Drow Prisoner Sarith is still entangled with the bridge by his chains after the Mistress' fall and is having difficulty getting up as flames lick at his feet.<br><br>"Help" he says, words dragged out incredibly reluctantly "I'll not beg you, you need me. Leave me here for the fires and you'll regret it."<br><br><hr> <br><br>Meanwhile Anteros successfully pulls Elderth over onto the bridge and the webs seem like they can't handle fire at all, melting away with ease. She takes a few breaths and then straightens up, brushing her hair back. <br><br>"Aye I can fight. No daughter of Gauntlygrym can afford to be weak" Eldeth says, squaring up on the bridge to the fire. "Let's move! This is no solid dwarven bridge, it'll fall in moments!" <br><br>Shuushar merely blubs to himself, shaking his head. It had been such a quiet day and now this.<br><br><hr><br>The door by Mikhail finally bursts open and as he feared, there's a Drow there waiting with a shortsword at the ready which he lashes out with a sharp elvish curse to try skewer the human. Mikhail had at least anticipated this though and twists to the side so the stab hits nothing but air. Inside by the stairs he can see a Drow also loading a crossbow as the other seems busy with the door on the opposite end of the guard house. Not good odds.<br><br>Ront though is not one to be left out of a fight, barreling through everyone to try get at the door and leaping right past Mikhail with a screaming shoulder charge. There's fire in the orcs eyes as he takes the drow on the chest knocking him backwards and clearing just enough room for people to pile in. The elf with the crossbow looses at the maddened orc and it's a fine shot, taking Ront right in the heart or at least it would have if not for the maddened state of the orc seemingly giving him endurance beyond then normal as the bolt fails to sink into the flesh too far and is easily brushed aside, the poison doing little to slow the Half-Orc down.<br><br><hr><br>With the bridge currently on fire and bolts flying everywhere, Topsy and Turvy have taken the chance to move for the cell to try break open the lock. They're having little luck hammering at it with a shard of stone, but at the very least it should worry the guards that they might soon have people at their backs if they don't act.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Austrahild takes 5 damage and needs to make a DC 13 Constitution check. <br><br>If she fails she's Poisoned for 1 hour, if she fails by more than 5 she is also knocked unconcious and only wakes when shaken or takes further damage.<br><br>The bridge is on fire. This is not currently causing you any checks, however if it continues to be on fire you may regret still being on it in later rounds. <br><br>Everyone now gets a turn before the Drow go again. Technically Shamya's turn happens at the end of this round instead of next round and so they'd go first but I doubt it'll matter much.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/JdI5O6Q.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 Mikhail<br>16 Absynthe<br>15 Austrahild<br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 Zhandi<br>14 Drow<br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br>3&nbsp; &nbsp;Shamya<br><br>All players to go. <br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 23:36:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A curse was muttered under baited breath as he saw the door crash open and a blade thrusting his way! Dodging though, he breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the other drow readying to attack. He might get lucky again, or, things could get even worse! Either way, he didn't have much time to think before Ront barrels past him, tackling into the drow next to him and sending him crashing down! Rushing in after Ront, he figured he had a few seconds to buy the ones on the bridge some time, that and he didn't really anticipate much in the way of actually dealing with the armored drow. Still, hefting a chair and tossing it at the drow with a crossbow, maybe he could distract the bastard and let Ront deal with the one on the ground. "Ront! DUCK!" He yelled, his throw not very strong... But, he had hope at least.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving in, tossing a chair at drow right behind the one Ront tackled. Rolled 23, 4 damage if hit<br><br></div></div><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anteros</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 06:38:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Naeris nodded to Eldeth and grinned fiercely. Better not be on the bridge when it collpapsed, indeed.<br>"Excellent. Let's kill those red eyed parasites and get out of this place, then."<br>She ran towards Mikhail and Ront, stopping behind and to the left of the half-orc, then after a quick incantation, she threw a handful of blue flames at the drow not engaged with Ront and not occupied with the door.<br>"By Sehanine! Eat fire, spider licker!" she&nbsp; screamed.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Produce Flame</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack roll:At 2016-04-08 23:30:58, Anteros (uid: 1787) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87467)<br>Damage roll:At 2016-04-08 23:32:04, Anteros (uid: 1787) rolls: 1d8 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87468)<br><br><br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 11:17:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Surrender or fall!" Shamya shouted before chanting another spell.&nbsp; Chauntea's gift of flames may not be the strongest miracle in the world, but it might be enough to allow them to escape.&nbsp; She points a finger at the drow near Ront, and grants him the gift of the warmth of the hearth!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard: Shamya casts Sacred Flame on the drow (DC 12 Dexterity save to avoid the damage entirely; no benefit from cover on the save)<br>At 2016-04-09 04:13:44, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d8 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87470)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 02:30:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't like the idea of staying on this bridge any longer," Zhandi said as she rushed up to Ront's position. And some of us here can't use magic."<br><br>Taking out her hidden blade, she moves it hilt-first into Ront's hand.<br><br>"At least you can use this to defend yourself!" she exclaimed.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moves 30 feet to be adjacent to Ront and hands him a dagger.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 03:42:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mikhail's chair strikes true, splintering over the drow by the stairs just as Anteros' flames slam into them and leaving no chance to avoid the worst of the fires. Their cloak had lit up like dry leaves and by the time they manage it to get it off them they're already been so badly burned they collapsed in a gasping heap on the stairs, limbs weakly trying to crawl away from the battle. Their hand crossbow and bolts had survived the blaze as had their longsword though to get at any of it you'd have to at least keep them still.<br><br><br><hr><br>The Drow Ront is engaged with learned by example at least, ducking back when Shamya threw divine fire through the door and while it did just catch his side the chain mail underneath didn't catch light and it seemed little had come of it. Ront snatches the dagger from Zhandi with a guttural growl, he doesn't seem entirely with his senses in his current fury and before the Drow can skewer him he whips round and sinks the dagger right into the Drow's arm, eliciting an un-elflike screech from him and a hasty withdrawal of the attack. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> In absence of a player I'm gonna give you the 1 damage you need to finish the drow off, since I'm not really playing them as I work on a replacement. Just feel free to finish him off and take his stuff in a move action. <br><br>Since you'll probably be using it, they have the Hand Crossbow stats from the Equipment menu and a quiver of twenty bolts each, tipped with a posion that works the same way that it did on Hildeguard, Constitution save or poisoned, if failed by more than five they drop unconscious.<br><br>Their swords are just basic Short Swords with no poison.<br><br>Hildeguard to go with Eldeth and (The entirely useless) Shuushar, then the Drow.&nbsp; <br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/6AsKZ48.jpg)<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initative</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 Mikhail<br>16 Absynthe<br><strong>15 Austrahild</strong><br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 Zhandi<br>14 Drow<br><strong>13 Eldeth</strong><br><strong>11 Shuushar</strong><br>3&nbsp; &nbsp;Shamya<br><br>All bolded creatures to go before Drow<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 04:50:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the drow leapt beyond her reach Hild grunted in frustration, matched only by the frustration of getting a bolt in her. She didn't have time to bleed, those lousy bloody nimble dammit-<br><br>That thought was caught off as suddenly her half of the bridge started to be on fire from all the sparks thrown around and... oh, someone calling for help at her feet. "Hold on and stop struggling," she said, gritting her teeth in determination, trying to disentangle the prisoner's chains from the bridge. They were all going to start having a really bad time but he was going to have a worse time of it than most!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hild fails the poison save, even with Advantage from Stout!<br>At 2016-04-09 21:12:39, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87490)<br>At 2016-04-09 21:12:52, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87491)<br><br>Hild uses her action to disentangle the drow prisoner because this is a plan with no downsides.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 06:03:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>HISS HISS </em>went the bolts. Hilde has succeeded in pissing off two Drow who'd both taken another shot at her, but the obscuring flames and smaller target throw off their aim and both shots miss.<br><br>"Ah hell with it! They've no where to run! Let's go get the guard" the Scarred one cries and turns foot up the path towards the lifts. The Smug elf who Hilde had nearly tossed off the edge, catches Hildes eyes through the flames and makes a throat cutting gesture (A universal language) before following.<br><br><hr><br>The drow inside are pretty concerned with the rampaging Half-Orc and while the sword swing from his opponent is barely parried by Ront's dagger it leaves him wide open to the one by the door who's finally finished locking it who snaps round with loaded crossbow and blasts Ront again in the shoulder. Ront snaps the arrow right off at the stalk and roars at him.<br><br>"You're next spider fucker! I'm gonna beat you to death with your own ar... arm... he looks down, hand shakily reaching to touch the crossbow wound and groans.<br><br>"Again? Fight fair you furmghghle"<br><br>Ront collapses forward onto his face, dagger spinning away as the poison slips him off into unconsciousness.<br><br><hr> <br><br>There's the horrible sound of ropes snapping as the fire finally burns through the left hand side of the bridge, causing it to twist to one side under the weight of who's on it. Eldeth and the silent fire wielding Warlock flail to catch the bridge but to no avail and tumble over the edge to the webs below while Shuushar calmly reaches out to get a hand firmly between the boards ready for the collapsing swing. Sarith once freed doesn't give a word of thanks and simply begins running for the watch tower, elf like grace treating a collapsing bridge as if it was no trouble at all. As the fire burns through the last threads of rope there's moments before the whole thing comes crashing down.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bridge timber! It'll collapse during your turn giving some of you time to get off. Some! <br><br>You get a free five foot move and then it's a DC 10 Dexterity check to grab the bridge as it drops out from under you. You can climb up what's left of it if you make it because thankfully there isn't anything for it to hit on the swing, climbing reduces your speed by half, though don't forget you got five foot in without the half speed. <br><br>This means Anteros and Shamya can make it into the guard station just fine without the check. Hilde is the only player who's got to roll for it, along with a few NPC's. Hilde's also poisoned... sorry Hilde! <br><br>Failure means you're going to be going on an adventure with spiders instead which will be fun and also end your turn for this round. Gimme a Strength check if you do end up down there though. Eldeth and Absynthe failed their checks, so they'll be dropping down too. Though I think Absynthe will disappear here so I can phase them out of the game, so you just got the Dwarf for company if you do fall.<br><br>Ront failed a really easy Con Save. Everyone blame Ront for this, it's his own fault. He's unconscious until someone kicks him awake, which takes an action.<br><br>It's everyone's turn to go. <br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/KiSW3Mr.jpg)<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 Mikhail<br>16 Absynthe<br>15 Austrahild<br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 Zhandi<br>14 Drow<br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br>3&nbsp; &nbsp;Shamya<br><br>Everyone to go.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 06:43:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rushing through the melee and seeking to avoid getting stabbed, Mikhail takes the fallen dagger as he makes a hasty and reckless swing against the drow between him and the crossbow. Not exactly wanting to get stabbed in the back, he'd prefer to be safely dealing with a threat, even if he misses the feel of a ranged weapon in his hand. "Die, damnit!"<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving to grab that knife and shank the drow next to me! 19 to hit for 5 damage.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anteros</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 07:23:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Naeris barely had the time to hear the rope snap, that the bridge rippled and bcked nder her feet, making her stumble. She saw Eldeth and Absynthe fall and screamed in dismay at the scene.<br>Given speed by her fear, she ran into the stalactite, advancing along the left wall to avoid the drows and stopping only near the stairs and the fallen drow.<br>Her fear fed her anger, and she faced the drow standng near the door leading to the captive's cells. It was all ther fault. She'd only ust rescued Eldeth, and now her and the warlock were perhaps dead and even if they weren't how would they get them back? Tis was so unfair.<br>"By Sehanine, I'm starting to tire of you monsters!" she growled, before throwing another fiery proectile at the drow she was facing.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Produce Flame again</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack roll:At 2016-04-10 00:09:43, Anteros (uid: 1787) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87505)<br>Damage roll:At 2016-04-10 00:10:41, Anteros (uid: 1787) rolls: 1d8 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87506)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 00:45:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow had little chance to dodge Mikhail's dagger while on the ground and near insensible in pain, it takes a few quick stabs and he's moving no more.<br><br>Meanwhile Naeris' flames lash out at the Drow still standing with the crossbow, it splashes against their armour and they jump back in pain to hit the door, patting he fires out. It doesn't seem to have slowed him down all that much, but it certainly got his attention.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nothing to report really! Naeris' hit for a bit of damage and Mikhail secured the kill. It's all there above.<br><br>Austrahild, Zhandi and Shamya still to go.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/0fG0LOR.png)<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 Mikhail<br><strong>15 Austrahild</strong><br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br><strong>14 Zhandi</strong><br>14 Drow<br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br><strong>3&nbsp; &nbsp;Shamya</strong><br><br>Everyone in Bold to go. <br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 07:19:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks," Zhandi said to Mikhail as he took down one of the drow near her. Now she could focus again on the drow nearby the eastern door. Hopefully Topsy and Turvy where either free or could be freed. They've been here longer than her, they might know something!<br><br>Another gout of overworldly flames shot out from her hands. In hindsight smuggling a dagger seemed redundant, but Ront putting it to good use made it a worthy investment.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sacred Flame 4 radiant damage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87525)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 10:30:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hild could see everything slow down as the bridge started to gave 'way, a certain fuzziness to her senses making the whole scene seem more than a little unreal. Maybe she could just close her eyes and she'd be awake in her bed and none of it would have ever happened...<br><br>The sudden jolt of almost losing her hold on the bridge brought her back to reality, and as she hung on for dear life, so did the sharp shock of crashing into the rock. Astounded she wasn't winded she quickly clambered up the now-sort-of-ladder as some of her friends and fellow prisoners tumbled down past her.<br><br>The first thing that she saw as she clambered over the edge was the unpleasant half-orc lying dead. Or wait, no, she could see his chest moving. He was sleeping?! At a time like this?! She rushed in to intervene. "Hey, you can't sleep! Hey, wake up!" she gave him a hard shake, and when that didn't work, a slap in the face, all despite the brutal melee happening all around them. Sometimes it was best to be underneath everyone's eye height...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Made my save by a margin of Exactly Nothing, fortunately that counts! Got enough movement to get to the guardhouse even at half because this is not actually a very big bridge, and using my action to wake up Ront because if we're going to get shot at, by gum so is he.<br>&nbsp;At 2016-04-09 23:19:43, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87502)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 14:23:36</strong>
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				"Out of our way!" Shamya calls, throwing another burst of radiant flame at the drow before moving up and off of the bridge.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard: Cast Sacred Flame on the weaker drow. (DC 12 dexterity save to avoid 1 radiant damage)<br>Move: Scramble off of the bridge (that open square at the bottom of circle 10)<br><br>At 2016-04-11 07:20:48, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d8 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87528)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 21:00:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shuushar looks up to the gap above and those no doubt stuck in the webs in the swallowing darkness below, it was clear he had only one choice available to him if he was to remain true to himself. Letting go of the boards he plunged after the fallen, the boards rattling as his weight left them. <br><br><hr><br>Inside the guard tower was filling up and the press of numbers against the drow was beginning to panic them. Zhandi's flames are barely dodged by the drow wildly throwing himself to the side, coming up in a roll with hand crossbow loaded and return firing at Zhandi. If not for the catfolk's quick reflexes she'd have caught the metal bolt right in the gut, but Zhandi just manages to twist her body out of the way and leaves the bolt clattering off the wall instead. <br><br>"Just kill some of them already!" he yells to his friend currently brawling with Ront but there's no luck there either, the Half-Orc had been roused by Austrahild and while his punches were wild and inaccurate from the poison, he made up for it in sheer bloodlust putting the elf on the backfoot and the one opening for a clean stab was spoiled by a bolt of radiant fire from Shamya, bursting along the edge of the sword and spraying the drow clean in the face. The impact of it was all but sucked out from detonating early but it spoiled the attack at least.<br><br>"ARGH! It's not for lack of effort! Try hitting something yourself!"<br><br>The prisoner Drow Sereth seems supremely reluctant to help in the fight against his former allies, slunk up against the wall he's closed his eyes and is waiting to see who'll greet him when he opens them again.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">A round of people mainly missing by a tiny amount, only Shamya got a hit in. Hopefully fortunes improve soon. Eldeth and Shuushar are a bit out of the way due to the fall and unless anyone gets involved with them they're more or less phased out of the rest of this scene.<br><br>Everyone to go!<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/2ghnpDj.jpg)<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 Mikhail<br>15 Austrahild<br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 Zhandi<br>14 Drow<br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br>3&nbsp; &nbsp;Shamya<br><br>Everyone to go. <br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 21:06:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a drow dead, Mikhail wasted no time in picking up the crossbow and some bolts - loading the smaller crossbow and aiming it at the drow at the door, taking a step or two up the stairs to keep out of reach of the other drow. If these bolts were poisoned.. Hopefully the shot - and poison were true as he loosed it!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Except it wasn't! Got a 10, gonna assume its a miss.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anteros</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 03:31:46</strong>
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				"One down, two to go!" Naeris taunted, "Better surrender while you still can, boys!"<br>She had no illusion that her words would have any effect on the dark elves, and even if they had she doubted that the half-orc would respect a surrender.<br><br>Once again, she gathered fire in her hand and threw it at Ront's adversary. Once that one was down, they could all gang up on the last one. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Produce Flame</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-04-11 20:22:29, Anteros (uid: 1787) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87559)<br>At 2016-04-11 20:23:47, Anteros (uid: 1787) rolls: 1d8 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87560)<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 23:22:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The last of the drow weren't keen to go down quite yet, swishing back out of the way of bolts and fire as they look about wild eyed for an exit. There isn't really any though, if they wanted out of this it was through the prisoners. They doubted surrender would go well, after all if they were the prisoners they'd cut their captor's throats in a second!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Two misses sorry! Ront misses too, poison is harsh!<br><br>Zhandi, Austrahild and Shamya to go.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/2ghnpDj.jpg)<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 Mikhail<br>15 <strong>Austrahild</strong><br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 <strong>Zhandi</strong><br>14 Drow<br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br>3&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Shamya</strong><br><br>Bolded to go. <br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 01:38:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Huff...puff..."</em> Zhandi, albeit uninjured, was feeling adrenaline surge through her like nothing before. This had been her first real battle; uncontrolled, chaotic, even with the Gift of Silvanus at her side, she could only rage.<br><br>"Just die already!" she screamed at the drow in the center of the room, flames shooting forth once more, these ones burning at a greater intensity than her last.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sacred Flame 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87592)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 11:23:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fumbledog's prison shiv finally got some use as Hild dove into the fray at last, swinging fiercely at the drow's legs, aiming to make him get out of the way at very least. Maybe he fancied his chances with the webs below rather than against all the prisoners? Unfortunately poisoned and groggy as she was more like a particularly angry hornet - she was probably only deadly if the elf's feet were allergic to shiv stings. But maybe she'd get lucky.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hild attacks the nearest drow what isn't dead yet, with Disadvantage as I discover how the Poisoned status works! A 14 on the attack roll, which is probably not good enough, but 6 damage it if is.<br>Should have rolled with Disadvantage on the dex check to stay up, so did so, and it was a 19, so I'm still not stuck in with murderspiders.<br>Attack roll 1: At 2016-04-13 04:19:00, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87634)<br>Attack roll 2:&nbsp; At 2016-04-13 04:19:09, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87635)<br>second save roll that turned out okay: At 2016-04-13 04:16:21, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+2 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87633)<br>Damage if she hits: At 2016-04-13 04:23:34, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d4a+2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87637)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 00:30:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fire in nature was not as anathema as many would think, while it destroyed it laid the ash for things to grow once more. Silvanus' fire was the raging fire of the forest with enough fuel to burn hotter even Dwarven forges. <br><br>This was bad news for the Drow facing off against Ront, because those flames burst right over their head and by the time they threw up their hands to try shield themselves they were too late. The flesh bubbled and then flaked away as it dried and they collapsed in an unmoving heap, flames still flickering through the eye sockets of the skull left behind.<br><br>It was rather a gruesome sight for the drow who was left, fumbling the bolt he was loading into his crossbow as a slightly groggy but still earnestly brave Halfling charged full tilt at them with a stone dagger. They stepped back to find nothing but wall and Austrahild sunk the improvised blade deep into their leg, the leather offering little resistance against their surprisingly considerable strength. Staggering, the drow was acting more now out of a panic than any rational fought, hand fumbling against their quiver for a new bolt to replace the one lost. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shamya to go. This could be the end!<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/knTDZwL.png)<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">23 Mikhail<br>15 Austrahild<br>15 Naeris<br>15 Ront<br>14 Zhandi<br>14 Drow<br>13 Eldeth<br>11 Shuushar<br>3&nbsp; &nbsp;Shamya<br><br>Shamya to go. <br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anteros</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 10:52:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gathering power with a quick prayer, Neris once more threw her blue flames, this time in the direction of the drow standing ner the slave quarters' door.<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Produce Flame is becoming a habit</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-04-13 01:21:44, Anteros (uid: 1787) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87626)<br>At 2016-04-13 01:23:20, Anteros (uid: 1787) rolls: 1d8 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87631)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 14:45:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Surrender!" she calls as she keeps up the assault.&nbsp; Chauntea forgive her, but she was not going to give the drow a chance to betray her.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shamya uses sacred flame on the drow, which does 5 (I forgot to clear my add box) damage on a failed DC 12 Dexterity Save<br>At 2016-04-17 07:43:50, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d8a2 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87710)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 15:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The flames from Anteros and Shamya splash around the Drow, building up by their feet and eventually catching onto his clothes, by the time he tries to roll clear it's too late hitting a wall of magical fire and burning up in bright blue and white flames.<br><br>Ront gives the skull faced downed Drow a good kick and then stumbles to the table, both hands on it as he leaned to catch his breath looking shaken and pale. The door onwards was simply barred by a large bolt, while those mysterious stairs are finally ready to give up their mysteries...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Combat over! Feel free to post as you like.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 21:14:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry it came to that." Shamya sighed as she took stock of the carnage.&nbsp; "Who needs healing?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 02:17:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hild swayed in place, trying to get her bearings after that swift and relentless outpouring of violence. The other prisoners had been over in... she pointed in the direction they had been more for her own sake than anyone else's, trying her best to unbar the door.<br><br>"I'm fine," she lied, badly, as she struggled to get the door. "The other gnomes, they were trying to get free over this way, we should help them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 04:32:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I concur," Zhandi agreed with Hilda. "No, you're not fine, here, I can heal you with but the grace of Treefather."<br><br>If Hilda continued to refuse, she'd relent and attend to the rest of the party. Otherwise she'd move eastward to free Topsy and Turvy.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Healing Word for 1d4+2 hit points to anybody who needs it. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87735)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 20:09:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The door is barred but with a little bit of effort the bar can be cast back and the bolts removed to open it again. The bridge over to Topsy and Turvey isn't guarded either, Topsy standing on Turvey's shoulders and trying to work at the lock of the cell with the hard stem of a mushroom. She hasn't had much luck.<br><br>"Still alive? Great! We saw the flames and thought it'd be time to leave, you got a key or somethin'?"<br><br><hr><br>Meanwhile for those who'd venture upstairs, the smell of polish and oil was near overwhelming and the gleam of metal dazzled the eyes. You could blame a lot on the Drow, but poor maintenance of equipment wasn't one of those things, even if they did make other people do it for them. The top floor appeared to be doubling as both a reserve Armour and loot stash and it was good to see that the Drow hadn't planned to throw away anyone's personal effects. Not when there was gold to be made out of it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc/loot</div><div class="spoiler_body">No point faffing you all about. The armory has your character's gear stashed away neatly, but wait there's more! <br><br>On top of what they'd confiscated off you there is also.<br><br>- 6 chain shirts<br>- 6 suits of studded leather armor<br>- 6 shields<br>- 6 hand crossbows<br>- 20 cases of hand crossbow bolts. Each case containing 20 bolts<br>- 5 shortswords and 10 daggers<br>- 6 bags caltrops (20 caltrops per bag)<br>. 4 100 foot long coils of silk rope<br>- 2 building hammers (not usable as weapons)<br>- 2 bags or iron spikes (10 spikes per bag)<br>- 10 torches<br>- One ornate Dwarven Hammer and Shield, with matching dwarf sized chainmail<br>- A backpack containing five clinking potions and an assortment of mushrooms wrapped in cloth.<br>- A rather nasty looking great axe crudely made from a tree branch, rope and a large jagged piece of black stone.<br>- A large backpack filled almost to the brim with rocks with holes in them<br>- And a small passive aggressive note telling people to "<em>Please </em>do not help yourself to looted items" in elven. Somehow they'd managed to write "Please" to convey an incredible amount of both malice and sarcasm, which is a talent in itself.<br><br>Make an OOC note of what you're taking for me too! <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 14:13:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can still stand up and most of my blood is still on the inside," Hild said, putting a brave face on it, because that was a hero's standard for whether or not they were still able to fight, wasn't it? Her books had been pretty clear that a real hero could actually paint an entire building with their own blood and still win the fight. But... healing sounded really good. "Okay. Yes, do it. Just, um, pull the bolt out first."<br><br>She blinked at the gnomes once they'd made the trip. "Um, keys, yes, let me look..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tiny paladin might be too proud to say it but I'm not, heal plz!<br><br>Also looting the bodies in hopes of turning up some keys.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 19:37:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While checking over the body turns up plenty of weaponry, keys are in short supply. Hildeguard does turn up a set that will undo the manacles that had proven more of an irritant than an impediment but none that look like they'd fit the cell's lock.<br><br>Your cells were usually unlocked by one of Illvara's two bodyguards, though not always. Some of the servant Quaggoth's have keys, but trying to convince them to hand them over was a bit like trying to convince a rock to jump. They weren't the least bit interested in anything the Drow hadn't told them to do first.<br><br>The lock on the cell however was a pretty shitty lock as locks go. With a bit of strength back in her limbs Hildeguard could easily take a more brute force approach to the blasted thing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 20:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Only thing i’m sorry about is we lost Eldeth and the other lady. If we move fast enough we could try to find them....” Even then, he regrettably didn’t sound very hopeful over finding them. What he did seem a bit more pleased to see was his – and likely the others gear. Approaching his old and familiar bow he seemed quite happy, making sure it and the arrows were all in quick order. And then, he thought he’d never miss the taste of&nbsp; his dry and bland rations, but even they were more flavorful than the slop they’d been getting served!<br><br>“Ah! Finally, we have some good luck. We should free the two gnomes and then undo these manacles quickly. The drow are going to be coming back and with force very soon. We still have no idea how to get out of this.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 21:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh please, I can see your wounds," Zhandi said to Hilda. "Just hold on a bit, it won't take long...Treefather, please reverse the ravages of battle upon this woman!"<br><br>With but a petition, the blood began to fade and Hilda's wounds began to close up.<br><br>"There, good as new! Sadly that's the only time I can do it for now; there are many priestesses of Silvanus in the world, and only so much Power to go around. In the meantime, let's see if we can't find some things of use here..."<br><br>The catgirl began helping herself to the armory's contents, and outfits herself with one of the leather armors if there's time.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hilda's healed by 6 hit points.<br><br>For loot, Zhandi takes one of the studded leather armors;<br><br>a 100 foot long coil of silk rope;<br><br>a bag of iron spikes (10);<br><br>a dagger;<br><br>a short sword;<br><br>a hand crossbow with a 20 bolt case;<br><br>and 3 torches.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 23:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"At the very least, we will be ready to fight them if we must." Shamya nods as she collects not only her own equipment, but another case of crossbow bolts and a torch in case she needs more conventional fire.&nbsp; She keeps talking as she loads up.&nbsp; "Whatever we should do, we should do it with haste and find a place to hide...several, in fact.&nbsp; The drow are at home down here, but we have done much to provide for ourselves thus far.&nbsp; Soon, we will do more than just escape and find safety...but that is for later."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 03:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hild nodded gratefully to Zhandi as her strength returned to her and quickly set to work in freeing the gnomes! She hadn't found any keys so the next best thing was leverage (the Canon had taught her about it when she was trying to get open a locked cabinet to get at the cookies. That hadn't been her proudest moment). Using a loose bar lying around, she pried at the cage where it looked to be weak. It wasn't her best plan, but maybe she could get it open enough for the gnomes to slip through? They were small to begin with and they hadn't exactly gotten fat in captivity...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Using my Lay On Hands for today to cure the poison, then trying some Strength to pry a bar free from the gnome cage!<br>At 2016-04-25 20:00:14, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+2 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87915)<br><br>For loot, I'll help myself to a chain shirt, a shield, a shortsword, a hand crossbow, some rope, and if nobody's helping themselves to the dwarf gear I'll take it.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 05:53:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zhandi offers to stand guard near one of the exits for any other drow.<br><br>"I doubt that they're the only ones here, although I didn't hear any alarms go off. Unless they have some special Underdark magic warning system..."<br><br>She shivered at the thought of an unseen army convening upon their position.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 18:12:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Our Gods will protect us, Zhandi, in the afterlife if not the current one.&nbsp; Let's see if we can't use some of this rope to save our fallen friends and fellow prisoners..." Shamya is not the strongest, but she has enough experience working with ropes to offer a little aid with the knots if they've got to start tying ropes together and to things.&nbsp; "If nothing else, we can't not try to save them.&nbsp; And if any drow 'friends' fell..."<br><br>She makes a vague stabbing gesture with her hand.&nbsp; It was really nothing personal, but letting them live to enslave more would be terrible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 22:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking some of the heavier armor alongside his old gear, he figured the new armor is better than his old leather armor. Alongside the bow, he seeks to at least keep a hand crossbow and a short sword – plus a dagger if it fits somewhere comfortable. Oh, plus bolts – a backup ranged weapon needs ammo. With some spare rope and torches, he was about as ready to face this horrible abyss as he could be. Though his eyes did linger on the dwarf made weapons...<br><br>“I have a feeling the reinforcements won’t faff about and give us the opportunity we just used. I do agree, even if its a bad idea... We should at least try saving the dwarf and the other lady. But I don’t want to linger long. I expect the drow to already be setting up an ambush for us either way.” Plus, he really didn't want to lose this chance at freedom. Though, he was not heartless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 05:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cage's lock is nothing when faced with Hildeguard's muscles, groaning at the pressure put on it before the lock pin pops and shatters, swinging open the bars. Topsy and Turvy scatter out as fast as they can, Topsy giving Hildeguard a manic smile. <br><br>"You sure you're not a Dwarf? That was great. So what's the plan? We were going to try a dive for the pool but it's not exactly ... uh ... a best odds thing."<br><br><hr><br>Meanwhile in the guard room laden down with new gear the group have time to check in the darkness for what's happening. The webs below are crawling with creatures interested in a meal, but down there in a pool of pale blue light is Eldeth and Shuushar, the frog man holding the Dwarf lady close under his arm and murmuring one side of his body firmly stuck to the webs. Eldeth is even worse off, completely locked into them. A good sixty feet off, they're lucky to have survived the fall and the fangs and spindly limbs of the creatures in the darkness don't seem eager to brave the light, but the shine of mutli-faceted and skittering motions in the darkness only grow more numerous with every and soon they'll be forced to push into the light by sheer weight of numbers at the very least. With nowhere to go, the pair would not last long.<br><br>The lights of the guard posts by the lifts are also being lit, it will not be long before reinforcements try to tackle the escapees but thankfully no crossbow bolts come flying from them yet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 10:07:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Plan?" Hilde blinked, half at the question and half at how easy it had been to pry open the cage. The drow hadn't really built that one to contain anything... well anything bigger than a couple of deep gnomes.<br><br>Shit, Topsy was assuming she had a plan? Shit, was she supposed to? Did heroes have plans, or just go with their gut and hope everything worked out? "Plan, yes. Gear first," she said, she'd feel a lot better when she had some armor on. She quickly joined the others and fetched some new equipment.<br><br>"We've found ropes, we can get down there and help them," she nodded to Mikhail, thumbing in the direction of him and Fumbledog, "they've got the plan."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 07:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zhandi begins tying off bits of rope together. Doing her best to tie knots in even 10-foot intervals ("one fist, two fist..."), she began lowering her rope down the crevice.<br><br>"Hey," she called out to Mikhail and Shamya, the others who took the other rope coils. "How about we tie them all together, end to end? See if it reaches the bottom. Anybody got a magical light? Use it on the rope or something tied to it, good way to gauge our progress and what's down there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 17:43:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shamya smiles. "I can help you with that.&nbsp; My eyes may work in the dark, but others do not.&nbsp; Let me dig around for the component, hopefully they did not pilfer my pouches..."<br><br>If she can find the component, she makes the necessary motions and chants once the rope is fully prepared.&nbsp; If not, she volunteers to go down the rope and serve as a spotter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 21:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving up the rope he just salvaged, he nodded. "Not the best at scaling stuff, but I will certainly be holding tight at least. We should hurry quickly, though!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>12-05-2016, 09:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There's a good length of rope to tie together but thankfully the links are fairly long to begin with so it doesn't take long. The sounds of alarm from across the cavern the collapsing bridge had made are only growing louder and it can't be long before the garrison is finally roused. Luck would have it that you seem to have caught them at a time of ill-prepardness.<br><br>The ropes reach down to the edges of the pool of light that the frog man has conjured, it doesn't burn the rope or even keep it out. It seems the creature of the webs just don't like bright lights. The rope sticks to the webs as it's lowered but Eldeth and Shuushar don't move to get to it. They're both stuck pretty fast, someone's going to have to brave it and get down there.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">It's a Strength or Dex test to navigate the webs with a DC10. It'd be a harder roll if you fell. If you want to assist with magic or even try free them from afar just say how!</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>20-05-2016, 03:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Deftly climbing ahead, Zhandi puts a dagger between her teeth at the earliest opportunity upon spotting the webs. "Looks like we'll need to cut them out," the catgirl mused.<br><br>Calling back to the archer, she readied her blade to be used as either a tool or a weapon. "Keep any bad guys off me if you can!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dex check 19. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88615)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>21-05-2016, 06:46:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping close to where the rope was, he nodded as he kept a steady grip on his bow. "You got it! First bug I see is getting shot." Hopefully, anyway. Goddamned giant spiders, and while they seemed to fear the light... Even a scared animal could overcome fear in times of hunger. He soon had an arrow in the other hand, not nocking it yet, but prepared to at the sign of arachnid movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>21-05-2016, 15:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shamya readies her own crossbow.&nbsp; "May my bolts strike true!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>21-05-2016, 16:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm going down too," newly equipped, Austrahild took a minute to steady herself. "Avoreen keep me safe." Her head cleared with but that short prayer (much to her surprise, she was no priest!) and she nimbly slid down the rope, picking her way through the webs to keep Zhandi safe.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Using all my Lay On Hands allowance to cure my Poisoned condition. Sorry, selfish, but if we're getting into another fight, Disadvantage is brutal!<br>Strength result: At 2016-05-21 09:35:15, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+2 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88659)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>22-05-2016, 04:12:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2f/42/9d/2f429d7c217e618be3ad75b88ddeac29.jpg)</div><br>The webs are sticky, but without the hard impact of a fall it's more irritating than fatal. Just best watch to not get too stuck into the webs. As Austrahild and Zhandi pick their way across though they can feel the web vibrating and the eyes on the edge of the pool of light scurry away. The drow had often taunted the group with tales of a giant spider they'd feed them to if they got out of line and as a hulking hairy mass broke the circle of light it appeared it was not an idle threat. <br><br>An absolutely hulking spider with chitinous plates that looked as tough as rocks and a mess of eyes screeched as it saw things trying to muscle in on its meal. There was little chance of reasoning with the drow and this was likely to be no different! <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gonna do without the battle map for this one as it's really just a big web with a spider on it. Nothing complicated. <br><br>The spider is fifty foot from the people who stayed up and a mere ten foot from those going to help the stuck Dwarf and Frog. <br><br>Roll Initiative! The Giant spider got 12, so if you beat that you can take your action now.<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>22-05-2016, 04:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shamya hesitates, again.&nbsp; Seeing such ghoulish horrors is surely bad for her heart...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-05-21 21:37:33, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88679)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>22-05-2016, 15:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was some small part of Austrahild's mind that was screaming 'I immediately regret this decision,' and her eyes were wide as dinnerplates, but her actual battle cry was somewhat less remorseful.<br><br>"Oh 'veen kill it kill it with fire!"<br><br>Not any more dignified, though.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative: At 2016-05-22 08:29:15, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88684)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-05-2016, 21:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quicker on the draw than his allies,&nbsp; it did not take long for the hawk eyed archer to spot the incoming spider and fire off a quick shot, though sadly his aim was quite off course - a bit too fast in the firing and too slow in the aiming!<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Init:At 2016-05-22 14:00:01, Changingsaint (uid: 9269) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88698)<br>Hit: I rolled a 9, so yeah.<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>22-05-2016, 21:04:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dammit, I should've known!" Zhandi exclaimed as she grabbed her knife out from her mouth.<br><br>"Keep away from me!"<br><br>In most circumstances she'd call upon the flames of Silvanus, but did not want to do so in such a webby place. Her choice paid off when she sliced at one of the creature's many legs, swiftly drawing blood.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Attack Roll Dagger 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88700)<br>Dagger Damage 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88702)<br>Initiative 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88699)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>25-05-2016, 19:19:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The arrow sailed off into the dark below as the Giant Spider as Zhandi's dagger bit into its leg, but you had its attention at least. It snaps out at Zhandi but it's really misjudged how tall their attacker was and bites far over her head. Still the sharp click of chitin from the bite isn't a very comforting sound, it sounded like even metal wouldn't last long against it.<br><br>Ront meanwhile doesn't seem like he's going to put himself out for the Dwarf either, walking up to the edge of the doorway over the drop eating an apple and watching with interest. Maybe they were all going to die for a Dwarf! He'd find that hilarious.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spider misses its bite with a really miserable 9. <br><br>Everyone to go! <br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>28-05-2016, 02:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing like the present!" Zhandi shouted with a vertical slice. Once again she struck her mark, this time making a cut on the spider's face.<br><br>It wasn't as good as her bow, but the catgirl couldn't help but smile recalling tales of how Waterdhavian archers slew heavily-armored orcs exhausted from battle with nothing but their knives.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88787)<br>Damage 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88788)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>28-05-2016, 03:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shamya took steady aim and let her bolt fly!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled a 14, +4 which is 18 to hit <br>8 damage<br><br>At 2016-05-27 20:12:17, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d20k4 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88789)<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2016-05-27 20:15:36, TheFourthShade (uid: 55451) rolls: 1d8a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88790)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>29-05-2016, 00:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Austrahild gulped. Was she really going to fight that thing? Well, she should have thought of that before jumping down into the web! It was now or never, wielding the dwarf's warhammer she charged right in. Her footsteps were heavy on the web, so she gathered up her strength and leapt straight through the air with a tiny but furious battle cry, bringing the hammer down right on the spider's head! Or at least that was the plan...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Austrahild charges!<br>Attack: At 2016-05-28 16:37:09, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88814)<br>Damage: At 2016-05-28 16:37:47, Guancyto (uid: 56325) rolls: 1d8a+2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88815)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>31-05-2016, 21:39:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shamya's bolt struck true near the slice Zhandi had already taken out of the creature and as it reared up Austrahild leapt at the off balanced creature and delivered a hammer blow to the head that came with a most satisfyingly sickening crunch. Legs curling up reflexively the giant spider rolled over onto it's back and twitched a few times before its limbs seized up and were still.<br><br>"Ach, damn fine blow!" Eldeth said as she struggled to free herself from the web. "Couldn't have done it better myself, now get us out of here and let's be off!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Damn! Yeah so much for that thing! </div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>03-06-2016, 08:01:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After helping free Eldeth, Zhandi started climbing back up.<br><br>"Now we need to attend to our gnomish allies," she said. "Unless they already managed to escape themselves..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Zhandi's heading east to Room 11 once she climbs back up to the prison level proper.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 10:39:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cursing at his missed shot, the archer focused and kept an eye out for other threats. "Sorry! Guess i'm still getting use to having a bow again. Got 'em?" he asked, helping the others up. "Let's get the gnomes and get the hell out of here, pretty sure even the abyss isn't as wretched as this place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 05:54:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Austrahild took more time than she probably should have staring at the dead spider at her feet. Had she done that? That was... exhilarating, even! She could feel her heart pounding from head to toe, which admittedly wasn't very far.<br><br>"Oh, right, sorry. Helping," she shook her head and started to help cut Eldeth (and whoever else she could find) free, giving the dwarf back what she assumed were her hammer and shield. Hild could make do with a short sword at least for the moment.<br><br>As Zhandi started to climb back up, Hild lingered a moment. "Where's a rock when you need one? I could figure out how far down it is from here..." she looked about. Winding up her hand crossbow, she fired a bolt straight down through the gaps in the web, trying to listen for the impact. It wasn't nearly as precise as throwing a rock, but she'd have to make do!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 06:02:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's about a third of a second until Austrahild hears the clink of metal hitting the ground. How far that is on her to work out, though is she knows how fast crossbow bolts travel she'll be well served here.<br><br>Eldeth takes her things back and raps the hammer against the steel rim of her shield, smiling. "Right! Anything else want to come fight us while I'm here? This time I'm not stuck ya bastiches"<br><br>Ront huffs from his perch, tossing the apple core down into the inky blackness of the dark below and groaning as Topsy and Turvy finally pick the lock and run across the bridge to meet them, with guards from the tower near the cells not that far behind them. A minute would be generous as to how long you have before you're in a fight once more.<br><br>"Things things!" Topsy says, ducking past Ront and going for their bags "We got brews if anyone's hurt! If not why are you all still here even? Let's go!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skynet</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 04:29:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I concur," Zhandi says. "We've dallied too much already."<br><br>Looking about, the catgirl considers going across the northwest bridge unless it's too heavily guarded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheFourthShade</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 05:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am ready." Shamya nods and prepares herself to follow along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 09:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm all good. I have some decent eyes, I can scout us a... Dunno where, I can just keep an eye out for danger." That wasn't the best reply back, but danger was everywhere enough around here, best if they had a good pair of eyes out for it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Guancyto</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 17:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Austrahild cocked another bolt and fired it at one of the pillars she could see, trying to figure out the difference in travel time. Complex mathematics weren't exactly her forte, but she grimaced at the result. "Climbing down is probably too far to not break our legs dropping down afterward." Also, Zhandi had her own ideas of which way to escape! "We're going to have to fight our way out going this way." She nodded. "Fine. Let's go."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 20:25:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The guards had bolted themselves into the watch post as they approached the Quaggoth den, the splash of water from the garbage pool gurgling in the background as they come to the cave with the hulking cat like creatures inside, who were all looking warily at the prisoners who were out where they should not be out. <br><br>They don't make a move to leave their hole, but they seem rather bristled by what's going on and one is huffing and panting as if working itself up into a rage. Their quarters were just simple piles of foamy mushroom for beds, a few bowls for eating and some brooms. There was none of the shackles you'd expect of Dark Elves, these Quaggoth were broken and had no desire to rebel. Meanwhile the guards from the other end of the camp were starting to range shots, poisoned bolts whipping through the air and falling short, clattering along the ground towards the party.<br><br>It's sadly very much a dead end, Ront and Eldeth sizing up the watch tower as the frog man just stands there with the same placid look on his face as usual. Now they weren't in immediate danger he'd seem to have gone back to being vacant. Topsy was whispering to Turvy leaving only Sarith, the drow Prisoner the group had freed left to speak as he looked over the edge. <br><br>"Well" he said, sounding as bitter as ever "If humans can manage swimming how hard can it be? I'll leave you here."<br><br>Taking only a moment to secure a stolen crossbow he spreads his arms and leaps off the edge into the darkness and the waters below.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD 5E] Out of the Abyss: IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 23:57:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stepping in 'line' with the others, the Quaggoth den not quite the best place to look into. Keeping his line of sight away from them in general, he noticed some of them looking for a fight or to get pumped for one and such a thing meant that if there was any sign of potential confrontation it would be impossible to not fight should offense be taken. Instead he continued on, shaking his head as they found themselves at a dead end, his lower lip bitten rather than curse out in frustration. That was, until the Drow decided to take a leaping dive of faith. "Alright... Fuck it." he cursed, giving out a long sigh. "Looks like this is our only chance of escape. Anyone afraid of diving?" he was a little afraid he'd admit. Not as afraid of diving as he was getting caught by the drow. "Cause if no one else has a plan, looks like this is our only plan."
			</dd>
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