Dance with the Devil by the Pale Moons Light - Once Upon a Time in Talingarde

Game Master baron arem heshvaun

Is there a pot to pee in ,among other things.

The guards take the water jug that is passed around with them, an empty bread ration basket is in the side of the room.

Up his what? Khara's eyes glisten with shock. Why did I spent all that time perfectly camouflaging that piece of cloth? Damn big dumb fighter!
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

If there is a crevice in the wall/ceiling above me, I can levitate the key up and hide it there. I asked before- Is there one?

You have Mage Hand?

None that would hold a key as far as you can tell.

No mage hand yet, but prestidigitation can slowly lift up to 1 pound at 10ft range

Smoak Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Enosh Perception 1d20 ⇒ 3

We will advance the time to Present Day past 3:40 PM, three days to the arrival of the Confessor of Mitra and the King's Executioner.

*Sir Cudjet was at -7 HP of his total. But he received Infernal Healing from the Lady.

*Enosh is 1 day away from being Fatigued.

*Each player who took subdual damage healed another 1 HP subdual.

You all continue to quietly plan some form of escape, your whispered conversations.

Smoak and Khara hear the telltale sound of the iron reinforced prison door at the end of the hall creaking open on its rusty hinges.

You hear distant footsteps and the grind of metal on stone. They gradually draw nearer to your cell ...

Everyone has two rounds of actions.

Please recall my comments on or before April 25 when I asked you all to clearly and concisely call on me for some action on my part. You are all great at detailing thoughts and actions but these become paragraphs of texts among multiple posts and pages. I don't have the focus to read them when it's near midnight and I just returned to the hotel room after working since 9am. Having said all that, and I know this is turning out long, don't make posts accusing me of disregarding your posts or suggestions. 99% of the reason is I skipped it or it wasn't clear to me because I overlooked a previous post concerning it. Is it fair to you and the party, absolutely not. Am I being crabby right now, yes. For the next two months I won't have the time to get into the RP this game deserves. I was upfront about it before signing on. Therefore, I ask the party again but with some direction this time, if you want Sir Cudjet to do something say it with extreme brevity and tag me in some way. I'll search these tags and be able to integrate with the party flow much easier. Important to note: I'm not asking for the group to change their role-play and descriptions. I think they are great. I just don't fully read them. But again, if you need my attention the only way to get it is to call me out and say it short and sweet.

(nodding) I agree to wait until knightfall to attempt the escape misspell intentional. When it is dawn and we have escaped will it reflect this knight's rebirth toward vengeance.

For my two rounds of actions
#1 I hand the veil over to whomever asked to study it. But you need to stay next to me so I can watch you. Any indication you're taking it for yourself I will take it back.
#2 Reflect on what was learned from the meeting with the lady who gave me the veil to what was learned about the veil. In other words, I would appreciate a list from our DM so I can catch up with you all and choose the best action when we see what's coming.

Khara whispers urgently "The guards are coming. Keep your stuff hidden and your shit together."

If Smoak's key is not yet hidden, she will help him hide it. Khara still has enough room for another key or two...
If Khara sees Cudjet trying to extract the veil from its hiding spot, she will stop him.
Otherwise she will regain casual conversation with the other cellmates.

Smoak hands the key to Khara and whispers I owe you one meladyThen he assumes the fetal position and waits on the guards

Smoak whispers the guards are coming

The small key joins its brother.
Who needs a key-ring when you have Kha-ra?

Not the first snake to find it's way there

I'll continue talking with my cellmates.

Finally, it seems like a real plan has brewed. "If and when you charm them," he quietly adds, though in a serious delay, to the catwoman, "I could too command them."; he felt it unnecessary to explain further, she speaks infernal, therefore she must understand what he meant.

After that, silence.

Smoak, shame on you, that's no way to address a lady

Not the first snake to find it's way there

Two gold coin bet it won't be the last.

Sir Cudjet has The Veil and Khara has both keys?

Sorry for short posts, really busy but I will be posting when I get home later.

Sadly my only wordly possesion a key with the name Snake on it is no longer mine to wager, and I doubt it was worth 2GP before.

I don't think Khara was aware that the second key she has had the title 'snake' on it.

Greyfield please pick then roll either a Bluff or a Diplomacy (but the latter at a higher DC), under spoiler, and don't roll a 1. For your sake.

Roleplay your reaction, if any, as the guards come to check on your group, a routine check is under way.

Is Blackerly with them? If not I just plan on ignoring them as much as possible.

I cower and whimper and rock nervously as per my usual behavior. I flinch if they look at me too long.

Haha! Bluff or Diplomacy....this will be good. My die rolls and 2 skills in which I have a -1...hmmmmmm

Any chance I could use aid another to help him?

Please do, Bluff and say something that will support what he has under spoiler

How many guards are there at the moment.?

As best you can tell, two on this sweep of the cell.

Rolls

”Allow me te expound on what me cadaverous friend is trying to say, all we want is to show how pleased we're being with the seeing some faces besides midgets,” I gesture to Smoak, “those with awfully, stiff sticks up their bloody arses,” I nod towards Sir Cudjet, “Dem Bones,” I tap Enosh with my foot, “And good god whatever the tiger thing is!” I give Khara a friendly wink and a smile. “And we be hoping that yer having a day that’s infinitely more wonderful than ours. And maybe perhaps we could earn a bit of extra bread and water tonight.” I then to give them the most beautiful smile I could muster despite the fact that I'm covered in filth and the blackeye from Blackerly's truncheon still mars my face.

In a trembling voice Smaok says. Some more bread would be nice He then winces and looks at the floor
bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
assisting Greyfield

Khara will join the play- her reaction/distraction will depend on the manner the guards would enter the cell.

Khara still has enough room for another key or two...

Beastbloods Gone Wild. Khara took a Feat for this I am sure.

type four bag of holding

"Allo gentlemen. It's good to see your rotund

bright faces this fine afternoon" in which is your fhucking last.

Bluff + 2 assists 14 + 4 = 16

Guards Sense Motive 20

Interesting

Is Blackerly with them? If not I just plan on ignoring them as much as possible.

Not this time. Do you miss him?

The cell door opens.

One guard steps in, eyes on Greyfield, right hand on his weapon, a second guard stays outside the door, his hand on a signal horn.

"Oi! Why all the ruckus then! Fancy a beating this lovely afternoon? Would any of you lot like a rib cracked because we're happy to oblige you!"

"Part of our service and all."

Please sir We are going to be dead 3 days hence. Just a few laughs to try and keep from screaming. We mean you no harm.
I will use adaptable luck on this roll for a additional+2
bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Please sir We are going to be dead 3 days hence. Just a few laughs to try and keep from screaming. We mean you no harm.

Smoak already rolled Bluff above for this particular instance, I can add the +2 which still aids the aid which you already did.

”And maybe perhaps we could earn a bit of extra bread and water tonight.”

Some more bread would be nice

"More bread they says, did you hear that?" prison guard Ors lears back towards his companion past the door.

"Let me see what I can arrange then luvs."

The smile the guard brandishes does not invite confidence in the promise of a cornucopia of food.

"But in the meantime luvs ... SHUT YOUR COLLECTIVE MOOUTHS!"

He is not here currently however in passing does anyone want to guess Blackerly's Alignment?

The door slams, CLANG and you hear the guards mumble as they walk away from the cell.

We will advance the time to Present Day after 5 PM, three days to the arrival of the Confessor of Mitra and the King's Executioner.

*Enosh is 1 day away from being Fatigued.

*Each player who took subdual damage healed another 1 HP subdual.

I believe all subdual damage has been healed but Khara still has actual damage.

*Everyone is allowed actions or conversation for the past hour if you wish to post them.

Another inspection happened between the last you roleplayed and the current time with nothing major happening.

You all continue to quietly plan some form of escape.

You hear the guards approach yet again. But this time you realize its time for the guards to pass out your (very meager) food rations. You all, almost as one, look up and wait for the guards shadows to crease over the cell's lone window. And like the Sage Palov's hound, your mouths start to water and your stomach tightens with expectation for the poor fare you are about to receive.

Hunger you realize is the great equalizer.

The cell door opens. Four guards stand outside the cell.

Khara looks abashed, a shadow of her former self, a beaten form slunk in shackles, her tail twitches submissively as the guards appear in the door

Two of the four guards were from the earlier shift.

Wait, they extended their shift into a new shift?! DC 15 Int check. That has not happened before has it?

They all have rather expectant expressions on their faces, one of them in particular is leering.

Int check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

One of the guards passes the bread basket to Anastasia, who is in the South corner of the room and at the start of your shackled daisy chain.

Its guardsman Ors who 'promised' you extra rations.

Anastasia Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Anastasia takes her stale bread and passes it to Enosh.

Enosh Perception 1d20 ⇒ 6

Enosh passes takes his piece and passes the bread basket to Smoak.

Both Anastasia and Enosh are oblivious that all guards are clearly snickering.

Smoak Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Smoak reaches into the bread basket and discovers the reason for the guards' mood.

In the center of the bread basket under the stale rations is a freshly dead tailless black rat.

As Smoak withdraws his hand in surprise the guards loudly chortle.

Smoak passes the basket without taking any bread

Khara, alerted by Smoak's reaction, peeks into the basket curiously then smiles brilliantly.
"Mmmmm! We get meat today!" She manages a semblance of a thankful smile to the guards, as far as her pulped face allows her. she pulls the freshly killed rat out of the basket, sniffs him enthusiastically and passes the basket on to Cudjet.
Khara will not eat the rat until she's quite certain that it has not been poisoned (or looks overly diseased). Would that be craft alchemy check?
Khara holds the rat belly-up in her left hand, and uses her right hand to slice open the rat enthusiastically. She licks the blood from her razor sharp claw, Any taste of something fishy? and continues to dissect the rodent. Aiming for its stomach- Any traces of poison there? If Khara is satisfied at that point, she will chomp the meat down, leaving the legs last- femur bones can make for improvised lockpicks.