Arabel/Market
Afternoon
Round 0
Zuleyka almost cackled in triumph as she reached the crowded marketplace. Now to just cast a spell and blend into all the--
The world exploded in white light and pain, and then stars danced in her vision as she staggered to her knees. She hears shouting from a seemingly long way off. Then she is grabbed roughly, spitting curses of Lolth down on the guards as they roughly tied her hands. And then someone stuck a dirty rag into her mouth and tied it off. She about gagged on the scent and taste.
She spent the next two hours bound and gagged in a guard post, unable to fight or cast a spell, her weapons taken from her in any case. She glowered as the magistrate entered and presented them with a choice. With the way the guards were leering at the beautiful drow, she doubted she wanted to go to gaol.
Of course, she couldn’t exactly decline or accept while gagged. One of the guards put a dagger to her throat and removed the gag.
“I do not subscribe to your surface justcice,” she snarled. That got her a clock alongside the head from the pommel of the dagger, which left her dazed and starred on the floor.
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HP: 7/7
AC: 13
Cantrips: Dancing Lights, Fire Bolt, Green Flame Blade, Shocking Grasp
L1 (1/2): Absorb Elements, Burning Hands*, Disguise Self*, Magic Missile, Shield*, Sleep
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