D&D 5E (2014) [IC] Uller's Out of the Abyss

[Uller]

To both of you (despite the very strange circumstances) he seems like just a deep gnome that wandered up to you to innocently offer you a drink...in the underdark...

Seeing Surana is not about to take him up, he shrugs and pulls out a tin cup that he fills for himself then he raises it in a toast to nothing in particular and quaffs it.

"Anyone? There are several more casks back yonder. Plenty fer all!" He motions to an area further along the stream obscured by large boulders.

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[DMAesh]

Ezraen looks from the deep gnome to Surana, "Are you some sort of merchant?"

 

[SunGold]

Feeling everything about this is wrong, Surana lunges for the gnome.

OOC: [roll0]

 

[DMAesh]

"Whoa!" Ezraen rocks a step, before stepping up.

 

[SunGold]

OOC: I won't bother to narrate her thoughts or dialogue since it may well beat that roll...but Ez, I'll point out that she didn't unsheathe her weapons. Her intent seems to be restraint, not harm...

 

[Uller]

"Well yes. You could say that. Or I was. But then I....WHOA! HEY!"

[roll0]

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[DMAesh]

OOC: No worries, as a player, I figured that.

"I am sorry, friend, but we have had a trying few tenday. Just hold tight, while we assess the situation," Ezraen says apologetically.

He then carefully heads around the boulder that the deep gnome emerged from as if to investigate a possible ambush.

[roll0]
[roll1]

 

[SunGold]

"Sarith," Surana says as Ezraen leaves. "You were a slaver. You should be able to restrain him, right? Bring the rope from my pack and tie him."

"And tell me...do you recognize him? I don't know his face, but I feel like I know him. I know these gnomes can change faces..."

 

[SunGold]

OOC: Just to clarify: I want Sarith to tie him so he can't move/run in general, but I especially want his hands restrained so he can't do spells w/ somatic components. Kinda assume Sarith would know to do that sort of thing, but just in case...

 

[Uller]

"You're not going to tie me up!" A sinister grin crosses his face. His voice is different now. Deeper, older. His eyes flash red and...blink....he's gone. Surana's hands collapse on thin air.

The cask has rolled to the side and broke open. The wood is ancient and rotten. The inside is encrusted with fungus.

Ezraen spots a stack of several similar casks. As soon as 'Lloyd' vanishes they all turn to a pile of so much rotting wood.

Surana's head echoes with his laughter.

Each of the casks have a metal plate riveted to them. Most are unreadable...on one you are able to discern 'Lot no. 237'.

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