D&D 5E (IC) Vault of the Dracolich (River Gang)

OOC: Thanks :) and I think we had everyone healed up fully, but Kurzon is down to one spell slot left and 0 lay on hands.


Kurzon glowers at the mercenary, "Kneel and place your hands on your head! Do not do anything to make me nervous, understand?" he orders the wounded man.

"Does anyone have manacles or something suitable to restrain this person with?" he asks as he tears off some cloth from one of the fallen and gags the mercenary.

Hearing the chuckle and clapping, Kurzon turns to face this new threat.
 

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In the corner on the right is a 8-foot cubic steel cage. Inside the cage is a scarred, beaten, malnourished Drow with a shaved head (now white stubble on his dark skin).

When Kurzon looks at him, smiling through the bars, he says "Zttr'ykk of House Jezred, at your service," (he does a little bow) "Or if that is too difficult, you may call me 'Stryke'. Would you be so kind as to take the keys from the first man that you killed (excellent attack, by the way, truly top-notch) and let me out of here? I will happily trade anything I can reasonably offer you for my freedom. The enemy of my enemy is, well, not my enemy, if you catch my meaning."
 

Udit grabbed the candle, blew it out and stepped out of the shadows, arrow nocked but bow un-drawn.

"That, uh, was awesome. Great work everyone!"

Udit felt something like almost... hope... blooming. Draco's magical powers were the real deal, the two sisters remained as full of tricks as ever and Kurzon... a warrior that could use his head? Wonders of wonders. Clearly he had picked the right group!

Udit stepped forward quickly saying "I am, ah, checking the back. There might be more, this was a bit noisy - good though, if we are lucky the water noise will have covered things".

Udit will, in this order:

1: Go to the back and listen for reinforcement and take a quick look around. He'll pat people on the back on his way there.

post fight perception check: 1D20+3 = [16]+3 = 19


2: Grab his arrows (and quickly look for valuables off the bodies)

3: Check out that prisoner - is it an elf?!?
 

Drako spoke to the prisoner silently through the power given to him to his patron, “Tell me now, are you friend or foe. If foe we can end your suffering now, but if an ally I will walk through the gates of the afterlife with you.”

OOC:
Don’t know how you rule on the GOO voice but if I get to choose it is the voice of the Great Old One inside the head of the prisoner.
Persausion on prisoner: 1D20+4 = [4]+4 = 8

 

GM: 1) The "back" (I assume you mean where the adepts were) passes by a large set of shallow stairs (15 feet wide, and 30 feet long, but only raise by 10 feet - the stairs have grooves in them just wide enough for a wagon's wheels to be negotiated down them). On the back wall, there is a table covered in various implements of torture (where the adept got his pliers), and chains and-cuffs bolted into the wall. There are three more cages like the one the Drow is in, separated by the grate that Udit looked up before.

2) Half the arrows you fired are fully salvageable. No one has anything of particular value. There's two crossbows and 40 quarrels, though.

3) He's a Drow. (See the post above yours, you must have missed it!)
 


OOC:
Stryke the former prisoner. Good point on the GOO saying anything someone can understand while sane, since I'm trying to have Drako struggle with that voice in his head. To clarify is the voice Drako's or is the voice something more menacing?
 

OOC:
Stryke the former prisoner. Good point on the GOO saying anything someone can understand while sane, since I'm trying to have Drako struggle with that voice in his head. To clarify is the voice Drako's or is the voice something more menacing?

OOC: Ah, I follow you. I would say "both": It is Drako's, sort of, with perhaps an alien-madness echo behind it, that is both hard to understand and hard to ignore... In fact, if he weren't Drow, and therefore already doing it, he'd be waking with nightmares for some time to come.
 

"Friend, if I have to pick only one," said Stryke, disturbed by the voices, but very much in control. "I would choose to be your friend. Just look at what you did! These people were not my friends. Not by a long shot. Now, about getting out of here..."
 

Udit looks around briefly to see if there is any food in there, and if not, will give the drow one of his rations. He also briefly looks to see what the drow has on him. He knew the drow had a bad reputation, but not feeding your prisoners? Now that was evil. He knew hunger, and the relief ending it could bring.

"Have some food, you will feel better after eating. I'm Udit. So... how did you end up here? Uh, what's your story?"
 

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