D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil

[Forged Fury]

Damien gathered himself. First, he drew on the gifts granted to him by Archandros and created a disguise. While he wanted to appear to be one of the guards, he didn't know if any had survived, nor did he know how much the creatures down here knew about what was going on above, so he opted for one of the myriad monks they had put down earlier. But he hadn't had the opportunity to really study the monks, so the gambit was fraught with potential danger. Had any of these monks even spoken? Shrugging, he dropped his gear on the ground and pulled out the tin mask he had stolen earlier, resting it on his face.

"Alright, here goes nothing," the warlock announced. Just before slipping through the door, he realized a normal monk wouldn't be able to see in the darkness. Moving back to his pack, he lit a torch and headed back toward the room. Slipping through the door, he silently nodded to the orogs and moved toward the Knight-Captain. "The Abbess sent me to bring her the prisoner. She thinks he knows about the ones who have attacked us and may be allied with the Spire."

OOC: Deception w/Advantage: [roll0], [roll1]

 

[Creamsteak]

The orog in the middle... he looks at you sternly. He growls. "The pass sign!"

 

[Forged Fury]

Damien's frown was hidden behind his mask. Wracking his brain, he remembered that Tom had used a hand-signal similar to the symbol of the cult in Rivergard Keep when they had infiltrated that place. While they were separate cults, the warlock remembered that this cult seemed to have their own signal. With a nearly imperceptible shrug, he touched his thumbs and forefingers together, attempting to replicate the symbol he had seen in the temple. He cringed, waiting to see how badly he had failed.

Ho! Hah! Ha-Ha! If this works, I'm going to promote you! Archandros was losing it in his mind, laughing hysterically.

 

[Creamsteak]

The Orog shrugs. "Guess that's good. Murth. Lurth. Hand over the pretty one."

The two orogs with the man walk him over to you with not much an expression.

The ogre sucking his fist mumbles something over his chew toy sounding like, "frrsh brrdd".

Damien gets the man in shackles up past the door, shutting it behind him.

 

[Forged Fury]

Are you KIDDING ME!?!! Archandros actually sounded like he admired the feat. I can't believe it either, Damien thought in response as he made his way into the passage with the Knight-Captain.

Once the door was shut, he said quietly, "There's still another door on the other side of those creatures." Glancing at the Knight-Captain, he asked, "Do you know if anymore of the Mirabese delegation remains?"

 

[Creamsteak]

The man looks like he has had a hard time. "Bruldenthar. He's in the chamber just south of here..."

He looks over your group, a bit miffed by the strange group of mostly elves and half-elves that have shown up.

"Who sent you? Have you rescued the others?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent rushed over to the injured man and helped him out of the room. He immediately inserted himself between the closed door to the orog room and the man; if anyone tried to force their way through that door, they'd answer to Dent first. His hand shook slightly; this moment had been a long time in the making. Afraid they may have discovered the wrong person, Dent gave the man a careful lookover.

OOC: Does Dent think it's the KC?

 

[Creamsteak]

OOC: As far as you can tell, it is Knight Captain Romon Highgain.

The man notices that most of the party bears... in some fashion... sigils of the adventuring guild. "I supposed you're not here to take me as a prisoner?"

He ponders Dent for a moment.

"Marcus. You live. Did you... or perhaps the Captain-Commander... hire these men and women? Are they under your command?"

 

[hafrogman]

Tolan perks up as the plan works, despite all previous indications of the group's luck.
He nods his greetings to the Knight-Captain.

"We were indeed contracted through the Guild to recover yourself, your fellow delegates, and an item that was carried with the caravan. Sir Dent is our liaison with your forces and has been instrumental in guiding us in our pursuits."

He looks back to the door Damien just returned through.

"But perhaps full introductions should wait until we are more secure."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent helped Captain Highgain toward the stairs. He clarified as they walked, feeling a small sting of shame, "Not under my command, no. The Captain-Commander sent two of us to locate you, but Hurst fell prey to an ankeg. Lost him about a week ago. Met these civilians on the journey south. A couple of them can fight passably well, and a couple more seem to be versed in the arcane." Dent's mind spun into high gear. There was a reward for the return of Romon Highgain. He'd need to get Highgain back to Mirabar, and soon. Dent's eyes slid toward Tolan, then to Carradoc. Would the others agree to a trek north to Mirabar? He didn't know. He steeled himself for argument, but said nothing more for the moment.