Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[InVinoVeritas]

"We all do, now, whether we're ready or not," Ciaran replies.

"But as for bypassing locks, that is what our good dwarven companion is for. However, let's not have a repeat like earlier today..."

Ciaran chants a moment, then stares intently at the door, the hinges, the lock, and the passageway.

[sblock=Spell List]
Cast Detect Magic.

Spells Prepared:
Level 0: Ray of Frost (Domain), Prestidigitation, Mage Hand, Detect Magic, Flare
Level 1: Obscuring Mist (Domain), Lesser Orb of Electricity, Jet of Steam, Magic Missile
Level 2: Gust of Wind (Domain), Glitterdust, Seeking Ray, Scorching Ray

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[Rhun]

OOC: Ciaran's spell does not detect the presence of any magics.

 

[Rhun]

Bellus moves up to the door, removes a set of tools from his belt, and begins a search of the door before setting to work on the lock. "Well, no traps that I can see, but I can't seem to get this thing unlocked. This is going to take a couple of minutes...watch my back."

 

[Rhun]

After a couple of minutes, Bellus manages to get the padlock open. You unlatch the door and push it open. Beyond is a dark, filthy chamber. Chained to the walls are two humans. A chubby male in once fine but now ruined robes, and a lean, athletic man clad only in leather breeches. The fat man hangs limply, either unconscious or dead, but the other ran raises his head to look at you.

 

[Rhun]

"Well, what do we have here?" asks Turuko, entering the chamber. "Prisoners?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Well, what do we have here?" asks Turuko, entering the chamber. "Prisoners?"

[sblock=response]
nope, infiltrator- I have sneaking into their organization to fell it from the inside out. I have these fiends right where I want them[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

The lumbering warrior Kobort steps up behind Turuko. "He looks mostly dead," he says in a low, even bass.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Well, what do we have here?" asks Turuko, entering the chamber. "Prisoners?"

"Nope, infiltrator- I have been sneaking into this organization to fell it from the inside out. I have the fiends right where I want them. You must be the new jailer.

The lumbering warrior Kobort steps up behind Turuko. "He looks mostly dead," he says in a low, even bass.

Turning to The lumbering warrior he asks, "And who you be, the new torture masteer? I have told the truth already, Go ahead and sacrifice me to your little demon godling. he will spit me out in distase to him. " he squares his shoulders and stands at the wall defient. his shoulder length blacurly hair is matted with blood where he has been beated about, fresh dark purle bruses about his mid section accentuates the 4 long jagged rakes marks running from a bit under his chin to his right ribs.

his swollen and bloody nose and lips proof of an earlier and recent 'session of questioning' that he has endured.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Among the group is a sullen, swarthy fellow, dressed in soft leathers. A hawk perches on his shoulder, looking about uncomfortably. He approaches calmly, almost clinically.

"You dislike the demon, do you? Why? What has the Temple done to earn your ire?"

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The meta-player in me is saying, "Great, Ciaran's the first one to speak here... We need a new face."
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[Scott DeWar]

squinting his eyes and smirking he utters one word spoken low and harsh, "existes."

*attempts to escape from mantacles* (I am guessing a d20 plus dex-took a peek at the skill discrip and it is a dc 30 so nat 20 only)
natraal 19, so just barely missed it.

in hsi sweaty unwshed greasy grimy self, he could be seen trying to escape his bonds, but is oh so close but yet so far not succeeding. he gets frustrated and growles out, "Damy your mantacles! arrrrgh!!"