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With a quick look behind to see if anyone is coming out of the chute, Ali moves carefully behind Hattori and lays the gentlest touch upon Hattori's adamantine carapace and mutters softly in Elvish: Ehlenestra'Kanu Ohtar Dagoranin! Ehlenestra, guide this warrior's strike! Ali moves to E6 and...

Ali'cor sticks close to Alindia adjacent square to hers, between her and the chute and once again closes his fist completely around the glowing link of chain, so that his hand glows reddish from the light but very little escapes. Girls, you'ŕe both pretty -- let's get out of here before the...

Fly, you fools! You knew it was coming.

Ali is at E-14 PS - LOVE the map! This feels like old-school DnD!

Alindia, if you can lead us to this storeroom, we will find a way to get all five of us off this ship and take you somewhere safe. If nowhere else, I will return you to my own home, where the keepers of the sacred grove of Ehlonna will care for you.

Vengeance... payback... these are not the way of life. But he grasps Hattori's arm and pulls himself to his feet, then wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his robes before picking up the glowing chainlink again. But stopping those who would slaughter Tel'Quessir for sport and desecrate the gift of...

Ali falls to his knees, a scream caught in his throat at the awful desecration of his kinsman's body. The wail comes out as a harsh hissing and wordless cry. When he finds his voice, he whispers through choking sobs: How can this be? How can people do this to each other? Alindia, how long have...

Ali'cor slides nimbly down the chute and lands with a neat tuck-and-roll, clearing the way for the followers. As he stands, his gaze takes in the horrendous scene. He begins to tremble as he looks from one bloody sack to the next. The glowing link drops from his senseless fingers. Alindia...

16 Balance check for Ali to land safely at the bottom of the chute

Ali'cor grins and murmurs a prayer of thanksgiving to Ehlonna as he hurries towards the opening, being careful not to step on any debris with his bare feet. Then he picks up one of the links of broken chain, reaches into his robes, and removes a pinch of phosphorescent moss. Ehlonnacoiaona...

Stay here with me... we are going to try and overpower them when they come down here with that body. Ali'cor huddles down behind the barrels with the frightened woman. If I can get my hands on a bow or a trident or something like that, I might be of some use in the fight. Otherwise, let's be...

Hey... we won't hurt you, I promise! My name is Ali. What's yours? Ali'cor waves his hand at Hattori in a "don't come any closer" gesture. Then he kneels down, which puts him even more on the female's level. Ali is barely 5' tall and 100 pounds, so he hardly cuts an intimidating figure. We've...

Ali'cor tiptoes towards the corner where the crash happened. "Hello? Is someone there? Are you a prisoner too? Why are you hiding?

Ali'cor cocks his head slightly and looks at Seamus with a smirk. Think you could use this to open some shackles, Seamus? He holds up the rusty nail. "Or you could use that.."

"Hold, my strange metal friend. Let the rest of us get on the other side of the room from the door, and you try to break it down with that barrel. How's that sound?" Sorry I didn't play any yesterday. I was sicksick.

While endeavoring to keep his eyes on the figure moving in the northwest corner, Ali`cor whispers, "They didn't take my robes away... just my weapons -- if they brought them at all. Did they leave you anything that might unlock those chains for them?"

Ali whispers, "Indeed! The last thing I remember, I was laying down to sleep in the common room of one of the dockside inns. Woke up here with a mean headache and you n'Tel’Quessir."

The elf limps to the cloaked figure that has finally begun to move. "Hold still for a moment. You've taken a dreadful blow to the head." With gentle fingers, he examines the gaping, swollen gash in the young man's scalp. 17 on a Heal check Ali holds the gash closed with one hand, and...

His arms freed, Ali reaches toward his feet and tries to slip his slender elven ankles out of the shackles. 17 on Escape Artist A flicker of shadow near the barrels catches the cleric's eye. "Thokas! Hattori! Over there!"

I think I see a door over there behind those barrels, but if they're stacked against it... how did they get us in here? Ali looks up at the ceiling, looking for a trapdoor or a ladder or something of the sort. 18 Search or 21 Spot