Female looking Android [Advanced CR1] Iron Priest [L4] | AC 21, T 17, FF 16 | F +9*/R+7/W+9* | HP 35/35 | CMB +8, CMD 22 | Init +4 | Perception +10 | Condition: None
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Rosa pats the Fire out as soon as it starts, pushing the bits away to hid what she did.
Then Rosa looks at the tall one at the back who starts talking.
Good he knows the true tongue, it if of use
"Ne sodi knjige po platnicah, sem starejši, kot gledam z dolgo robu, tako je način z moje vrste. Če veste, on potem veste stran sto devetnajst Vice sedem."
Infernal:
"Do not judge a book by its cover, I am older than I look by a long margin such is the way with my kind. If you know he then you know page 136 Verse seven and 9"
She is talking of the book The Asmodean Disciplines
"Even in the pits of despair he laid plans that would soon set him free"
"They did ward his cage to hold his might still, but such things held him back not"
Branderscar Prison was once the citadel of the Dukes of Branderscar. There was a castle and a village on the mainland, connected by a 150' causeway to the island offshore. A smaller fortress was built on the island. The position was impregnable; you remember reading that "the rough water around the rock gave protection, being too deep for men or horses even at lowest tide".
However, the Dukes of Branderscar chose the wrong side during the Unification Wars. The last Duke died childless in battle. The castle on the mainland was torn down; all that remains, if you recall correctly, is a small guardhouse at the end of the causeway. The village melted away, its ruins gradually disappearing under the rising water of Toadmarsh. The citadel was converted into Branderscar Prison... from which no one has ever escaped.
HP 169/169; AC:37/21/29; Saves: +22/+23/+20; Init +10; Per +28(See Invisibility), CMD 42
Misc:
Effects: Resist Cold 30, Fly 30', Telepathic Bond
Spoiler:
Jax doesn't take much intimidating, he doesn't want to end up brutally beaten.
"Why, my good man! I'm alarmed you would think one such as I would try to sweet talk such an honorable prison guard. The thought never crossed my mind. Now, as for those investments, you're right, I have kept fairly careful track of them. Unfortunately, most aren't easily ah...handled, if you would understand. I prefer the beauty of art over the jingle of coin. There is a warehouse near the wharf owned by one Mr Arcady Zanzin. Now, I may, or may not, have made his acquaintance in the past and may or may not know of a hidden chamber within the warehouse filled with some of my ah..past acquisitions. Do you know of the art museum owned by that one noble down south? The big one with all of the famous paintings? Well..it is highly probably that the Fabrezio Alruso in the museum is not of authentic quality, if you get my meaning. That painting may or may not be located in this hypothetical chamber. Now, if its no longer in the warehouse then only I can help you track down where Zanzin has moved it. I would of course be willing to help you for a bit of help in escaping the salt mines. It is not like you are helping a murderer get loose, right?"
Arcady Zanzin isn't a real person, just an alias of Jax's. I'm assuming the security at any noble's museum would be high so I'll leave it up to you whether Jax is actually lying about having that painting or not!
Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
The guards draw back from Sir Edmin, alarmed and unnerved; his voice has the sharp note of command. It is the voice of a man used to being obeyed. However, Blackerly is made of sterner stuff.
"No ladies here, Sir. And no fine gentlemen either. Just criminal scum, waiting to get the punishment they so rightfully deserve. Don't try putting on any airs, my fine lordling. Make trouble for me, and they'll have to carry you to the chopping block."
Perhaps half an hour after being taken from the cell. Jax is brought back in. He has clearly suffered a beating -- he's bruised, his nose is bleeding, one eye is almost swollen shut.
Actual damage 1d6 ⇒ 1 You have 1 point of damage and 5 points of nonlethal damage. Blackerly is pretty good with that club; he knows how to inflict pain without doing too much lasting harm.
"Tsk, such a disappointment. I thought you were smarter than that." The door clangs shut.
As the doors shut, Edmin speaks loud enough to be heard in the hall. "Before I am cast into the hells, I will have already sent you there to herald my arrival."
Once all are back in the cell the tall man quietly speaks again: Do you truly believe that threatening them will help? Nobody has ever escaped from here, do you think you are somehow superior to all those sent here before you?
Looking over at the infernal speaking woman.
Unless you have a secret, you need not speak the tongue of the infernals. Yes, I understand it as I understand the tongue of the angels and the undead.
DM DM:
Is there any chance that there might be some butter when they bring the bread and other food, even a small amount?
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
Bref eyes the others.
Not a response of any kind about getting out of here. Either they are scared of think I am up to something
@Tall man
Edmin's mouth cracks into a crooked grin that is absent of any mirth as he looks at the tall older man. "Yes, yes I do. But be that as it may, I am attempting to goad the guard. Maybe he will make a mistake we can use in our favor."
@ Goblin
The large man shakes his head as he looks at the goblin. "I do not speak that language either small one. I do compliment you on your biting though. Maybe we can use that is we are to make our escape."
HP 169/169; AC:37/21/29; Saves: +22/+23/+20; Init +10; Per +28(See Invisibility), CMD 42
Misc:
Effects: Resist Cold 30, Fly 30', Telepathic Bond
The beaten forger spits blood and scowls, obviously irritated that his lies were detected. "That fellow isn't very friendly, is he? Anyone know where the damned key is? I don't need my hands to grab it.."
Female Aasimar Wizard 6 (HP 53/53; AC 18/18/15; CMD 16 Fort +5; Ref +7 Will +8; Init +3; Perception +11; Darkvision 60 ft)
Edmin Al'Roth wrote:
"Mind your tongue cur, or I will remove it for you. Prisoner or not, she still deserves to be treated as a lady."
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"You are most Gracious Sir Knight, but do not provoke these lessers ... for now." Cуровую says in a low frosty whisper.
She cocks her head to survey her companions, and in almost an inaudible speech as cold as the frozen Stigya, 'Net žodžiai gali būti naudojami kaip ginklai leiskite mums atskleisti visiems, kad mes labai ginkluotas.'
Infernal
Spoiler:
"Even words can be used as weapons let us not reveal to all that we are so armed, this GAME is still young."
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GM Douglas
Spoiler:
Spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 to see if I can determine what is causing Rosa's pain when she casts spells. Does the - 1 fro branding affect Skill checks?
There is some kind of anti-magic field in operation. It will resist or impede your ability to use magic.
Now that you're paying attention, you can actually feel it -- like a very faint buzzing or whining sensation, perceived more in your bones than in your ears.
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
I can do little as I am trussed up. Perhaps next time they come for me, we kill them and leave.
HP 169/169; AC:37/21/29; Saves: +22/+23/+20; Init +10; Per +28(See Invisibility), CMD 42
Misc:
Effects: Resist Cold 30, Fly 30', Telepathic Bond
Yes, because we'll be oh so effective against a group of armed and armored guards.
Jax smiles at the goblin. Your attempts to slip free don't seem so to be working and bribery didn't really work on my end so..maybe brute force is what we'll be forced to do. But they never let more than one of us out at the same time and, unless I'm mistaken, none of us can take four armed guards alone.
The tall man - he really does not look that old, more of an ageless appearance - looks around the room.
Quietly: In the unlikely event that a chance to escape presents itself, what skills do you all have? I can see that our little friend has vicious teeth, what of the rest of you?
He pauses for a moment: Me personally, I can get some help, perhaps not that powerful, but it should be of assistance.
He then goes back to solemnly scanning the room looking for answers or reactions from his cellmates.
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
You 5 can move somewhat, I am too small, once I touch the floor we can take them. If each of you grabs one I will rip out their throats one by one. Give me the guards finger bone and I can open almost any lock we come to.
@ Goblin Edmin nods his head and speaks quietly. "We can not do much chained as we are. If we are freed, stay close to me, together we should be able to finish them quickly. I can take four guards but not with out a weapon of some sort."
Several hours have passed since Zimu's arrival and Jax's beating. Then:
You hear distant footsteps and the grind of metal on stone. They gradually draw nearer and then the gate is unlocked and swung wide. Once again, there are guards -- six of them this time -- led by Blackerly.
"The big one at the back, there. Sir whatever-he-is. Step careful, now, he's a troublemaker." The guards unlock Sir Edmin and bring him forward, being careful to stay well out of reach of the squirming goblin. "Well, Sir Murdering Scum, it seems you have a visitor. How you ever warranted such a fine lady is beyond me. Seems she wants to say good-bye. Now step lively. We wouldn’t want to keep her waiting."
DC 25 Sense Motive:
Blackerly's gaze is slightly vacant and he doesn't seem quite his cheerful self. Some outside force is influencing his actions.
Sir Edmin braces himself. He has seen what happened to Jax... but there are seven of them. Also: a visitor? A fine lady? The knight frowns in confusion. There are ladies in his past, some of them fine indeed. But that was long past, and he can't imagine any of them coming to this vile place.
Judge:
Wait, are condemned prisoners even allowed visitors? Profession (judge) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 No. No, they never are.
There is a weak link in one of your arm-chains! You can see it, and you're fairly sure you can snap it. Of course, this will still leave you chained by the legs (a separate chain).
You may want to take advantage of this. First, though, you're being taken to your interview with the mysterious fine lady...
To be clear: each of you has two arm-chains and a leg-chain. Each arm chain has a lock. The leg chain connects you all and has a single lock, fastened to an iron staple in the stone floor. There's also a lock on the door, of course. So, to break any one of you completely free would require three broken chains or picked locks -- arm, other arm, and leg chain. To break ALL of you free would require thirteen (6 x 2, plus floor chain), and then you'd still be facing the locked door. There are reasons no one has ever escaped from Branderscar!
HP 169/169; AC:37/21/29; Saves: +22/+23/+20; Init +10; Per +28(See Invisibility), CMD 42
Misc:
Effects: Resist Cold 30, Fly 30', Telepathic Bond
The teifling lashes his tail back and forth in frustration. I can use a spell or two, but nothing that I see as being all that useful unless-- He pauses when they hear footsteps and quiets down, his usual faux smile scrawling its way across his face.
Good day, chaps, good to see you all again so soon. A visitor for the big one, hm? Aw, I suppose none of my admirers have deigned step into this dank tower. Any chance we could get a round of wine with the next meal? Water just doesn't suit my palate. And Mr. Blakely, your earlier beating has quite convinced me of the error of my ways. Maybe there's a few baubles here and there that have gone missing that I may have heard the location of from less reputable persons than myself. Hmn?
As he chatters, his eyes scan the guards for any hanging keys or really anything of use.
Blackerly is a stout man in early middle age, solid muscle just beginning to turn to fat. Sir Edmin's experienced eye can tell that he's a former soldier, and he carries himself with the confidence of an experienced fighter. His characteristic expression is a confident smirk; he's obviously a man who enjoys his work.
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
GM:
Can I wiggle a nail into the lock of my shackle, and try to DD
Sir Edmin, you are led through a corridor where you see four or five more cells adjoining it. Most have their doors open; one other door besides your own is shut.
You are led through a square guardroom with a large fireplace and manhandled into a windowless room that if furnished with only a table and four chairs. You are forced into a chair and your gaze alights on the other person present. Sitting opposite you is a hauntingly beautiful woman in an elegant black dress and soft silken veil. She looks as if she is headed to a funeral. Her hair is so platinum as to almost be white and her eyes are a vibrant, almost unearthly green. She clearly has been weeping.
"Oh, Dearest!" proclaims the unfamiliar woman. "I’m so relieved you’re alive!" She quickly turns to Sergeant Blackerly. "Could we please have a moment alone, good sir? For pity’s sake?"
Blackerly goes blank for a bit and then quickly agrees. "Of course, my lady. For you,’ tis no problem." He steps outside and shuts the door, leaving the two of you alone together.
You have never seen this woman before in your life.
Bref, without some sort of tool -- anything; a rusty nail, a bit of wire -- you can't attempt to pick these locks.
Jax:
The guards have some concept of key security. The keys are carefully organized, with the keys to each set of manacles on an individual ring. So, when a guard enters the cell, he ONLY carries the key ring for one particular set of manacles. That way, even if the prisoners somehow overpower him, they won't get keys for more than one person's chains.
Edmin's face takes on a questioning look as he stares at the woman for a moment before attempting to play along. "My lady. It has been so long since we have seen it each other, it is as if I have never been graced with your presence."
Once the big man is lead away, Tohram quietly comments to the others: Interesting, something fell may occur after all. In all my years on the bench, I never recall someone condemned to death or the mines being allowed a grieving visitor.
As soon as Blackerly leaves the room, the woman's demeanor changes. She drops all pretense of grief or concern. She is immediately all business.
"Have you truly forgotten me, Dearest?" she says with a smirk. "Call me Tiadora. We possess a mutual friend who would like to meet you and your fellow cell-mates. Unfortunately, our friend is unwilling to visit you in your present rather shabby accommodations. So, it seems you must escape.
"Oh, don’t look so dour. Just because it’s never been done before is no reason you can’t be the first.
HP 169/169; AC:37/21/29; Saves: +22/+23/+20; Init +10; Per +28(See Invisibility), CMD 42
Misc:
Effects: Resist Cold 30, Fly 30', Telepathic Bond
Judge Tohram Quasangi wrote:
Once the big man is lead away, Tohram quietly comments to the others: Interesting, something fell may occur after all. In all my years on the bench, I never recall someone condemned to death or the mines being allowed a grieving visitor.
He must have friends in high places. High enough to get us out, do you think? That or something more sinister is going on. Ooh, conspiracies, I love 'em. Gives me a tingle in my tail.
"There are two reasons to think escape may be possible... for a group that is clever and strong." Tiadora takes off her veil and uses it to dab away her tears. Then, she raises two elegant fingers. "First, Branderscar Prison is going through, shall we say, a difficult patch. This weak, stupid kingdom does not give a high priority to the torture and death of those such as yourselves. So the Warden is an academic fool who is more interested in magic than in discipline, and the leadership of the guards has become lazy and corrupted." She smiles at you. He teeth are perfect, small and white and very even. "They've even let the anti-magic ward run down. It requires some rather expensive components to maintain, and that money has found its way elsewhere... Oh, it still works, Dearest. But it's weaker than it should be, and only covers this single building instead of the entire prison. Some of your cellmates may be able to take advantage of that.
Edmin is taken aback by the change in the woman, but quickly tries to recover. Frustration and a bit of anger flashes in the knights face as his speech slips into more of something heard in the army camps instead of the castles. "Great. Well it just so happens that I don't plan on attending my beheading, so maybe we can work some thing out, LadyTiadora, but we are at a bit of a disadvantage. As you can see, the guards here are not complete jackwagons, and I doubt you can bat your pretty eyes and have them set us free or you would have done so. So what tricks do you have up your bodice."
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
DM:
What about one of my teeth? They are very long, even for a goblin. I assume I would know if they are long enough.
The knight grits his teeth and closes his eyes for a moment in an attempt to control his emotions better, but the strain of everything that has happened seems to be to much. "Fargin great. So if some of my cell mates can work magic somewhere other than the building we are actually being held in, and if they have any spells that could set us free we would still be unarmed and out numbered. But hey, can't ask for fargin everything now could we? Like a key and a weapon, something I can put to use killing these icehole gaurds?"
Bref, you can't reach the manacles with your teeth; remember, you're dangling on tiptoe, arms above your head, feet just barely touching the ground. Nice idea, though.
Sir Edmin:
Tiadora smiles mockingly. "Oh, Dearest! Such passion! I can see that you long to fly away to me!"
She raises her hand, holding the crumpled veil. "If you do manage to get out, cross the moors. On the old Moor Road you’ll see a
manor house with a single lantern burning in the second story. There our mutual friend waits. Which brings me to the second reason escape may be possible. Our friend did want me to give you this." Tiadora passes her hand over her mouth, as if wiping away a few last tears. The veil disappears.
Suddenly, she lunges forward, quick as a striking snake. Before you can react, she throws her arms around you and kisses you. Her tongue is small and sharp; it thrusts between your lips, pushing the crumpled veil from her mouth into yours. Just as quickly, she releases you.
Immediately, her demeanor once more changes and she is again a perfect picture of grief. "Oh, no, no... it's too terrible... I can't bear it!" The door opens and Blackerly steps in again. He shakes his head. "I’m afraid it’s time, miss."
She looks deep in his eyes and says, "Thank you for letting me say good-bye. There’s no need to search my dearest. You are such a good friend for letting me see my dearest one more time."
"Such a good friend," Blackerly repeats, his voice almost mechanical. Then the watch sergeant seems to snap out of it. He bows politely. A pleasure, madam." She leaves unveiled. Her eyes meet yours last time and she briefly gives you a smile. It is a wicked smile: there is malice in it, and mockery.
"Three days." Suddenly you hear her voice, clearly -- but her lips are not moving; indeed, she is turning away, leaving the room, sobbing as she stumbles down the hall. Yet her voice comes quite clearly into your mind. "Don’t disappoint me, dearest."
You find yourself slowly rubbing the back of your hand across your lips, as though you had just put your mouth on a toad or a scorpion.
You hold the crumpled veil carefully behind your teeth. Blackerly and the guards are coming to escort you back to your cell.
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
dm:
I was going to have one of my new friendspull one out, and use it, if they are long enough. Get one then get one to boost me up
Edmin stands, with the ladies final act the fires of his rage and frustration has died down and been replaced with the hot embers of hatred. He stares at the guards as the come to take him away and says nothing until returned to his cell.
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
HP 169/169; AC:37/21/29; Saves: +22/+23/+20; Init +10; Per +28(See Invisibility), CMD 42
Misc:
Effects: Resist Cold 30, Fly 30', Telepathic Bond
The teifling smirks and replies dryly to Bref. Apparently I need to work on my charm, looks like they didn't even give him a love tap. What'd your ladyfriend say?
M DEAD!! KILLED BY EVIL EVIL DMDM!! Rogue1/Barb (Feral)1 temp hp 14/17 and 9 con (HP 24/25+4 when Raging; AC21/17/15(-2 Raging) ; CMD 16 (18 Rage) Fort +4(6); Ref +8; Will +1( 3); Init +6; Perception +5/6 for Traps; Darkvision
Who cares what she said Spawn. What did she give you?
Edmin glances at the door then back down at the veil as he replies to the tiefling. "She said we would meet again in a better place than this gods forsaken prison. We just have to find our way."
