Rosa stood in a small cell, days she had spend her standing still and looking at the face of what ever guard was sent to check on her, she had not moved once.
guard 1
"Shes the one, that killed all them at the cleric collage"
guard 2
"When she going to be hung"
guard 1
"No hanging for her its head off in public"
guard 2
"They say she dos not sleep, just looks at ya"
guard 1
"Thats right lad, for five days, and tonight you gets to look after her all on your lonesom, im off ta bad lad, have a good night"
footsteps away
The young guard looking in on Rosa, she had not moved at all.
Bref takes a long hard look at the guard. Staring. Every time he looks at Bref. Bref responds by licking his lips and showing his long, sharp teeth.
Going to start at the hamstring...
Every time the guard looks away Bref steals a look at the others shackled with him.
Of course Bref could escape anytime he chooses.
He just chooses not to.
Edmond looks over his fellow prisoners before taking a survey of his surroundings. If he is to escape will need assistance from some of these miscreants.
Bref does not notice much in his fatigued state.
Perception to look around the jail cell:
A peculiarly cheerful although off-tune song floats from Jax's lips, changing in and out from day to day over his three day span in the prison. "On a Monday I was arrested, on a Tuesday I was tried..Judge found me guilty and I hunt my head and cried. "Judge, what'll be my fine?" Says, "A pick and a shovel way down in Mitra's salt mine."
The tiefling looks around the cell, analyzing the cuffs on his wrists and legs and the rock around them, looking for weak spots or anything of interest. If spoken to, he's generally amused and upbeat about the whole ordeal.
Jax looks toward the guard and calls out. "Goblins and demons and monsters oh my. Did they reserve this month's branding quota for the creepy crawlies? You've got your work in for you tonight, boy. How about some water for the dapper gentleman in the rags?"
He'll also look around himself at his ragged and fairly disturbing chain-mates. "Any of you fine fellows applying to a lifetime of employment at the nearby salt mines, or are you all waiting for a pleasant bonfire cookout or ah..a bit of bloodletting in the future?"
Jax is also going to look around for the following: Where on the guard the keys are for the jail cell, what other things are immediately outside the door to the jail cell, whether there are any piles of possibly flammable clothing or straw in the cell with them.
"Hey, Guard, what's your name? I'm going to be a salted herring in a few days and could use conversation with someone who isn't wielding a whip. Does Brandenscar employ a lot of magicians? I noticed your honorable warden has some unique ah..capabilities."
Days:
In the corner of the room is a tall pale skinned man. He appears to be middle aged and since he has been here, he has simply sat and watched all that has passed. In the week he has been here, he has seen several prisoners brought in and then removed, never to be seen again. He know what happens here. While he has never been to the prison, many people have been sent here over the years at his ruling.
When the guards command him to do something, he quietly complies. When asked a question, he simply nods or answers in as few words as possible.
Perception(guards):
Perception(cell):
Profession(judge):
However, a close look reveals that he is always watching, seeing what takes place around him. Trying to listen to the guards and see if anything in the cell could be used to help.
Rosa's spends her nine days mapping calculating and observing, plans and actions come and go as she seeks weakness.
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GM how is magic warded? Aniti Magic on the whole biulding Mgea high cost
Aniti magic on shakels low cost, Drugs in food or no anit magic at all etc.
The tall pale quiet man continues to simply sit and watch. Noting patterns, seeing how his companions respond to the guards.
When the guards are not present, he watches his fellow prisoners trying to determine what each of the is? Why they are here? How they might react in the unlikely scenario that one or more is able to free themselves from their bonds.
Sense Motive:
Finally, the tall man looks over at the tiefling and quietly says.
Take care your words. These guards will not give you heed. Although if you annoy them, then undoubtedly they will make any beatings a little more painful . . . unless of course that is what you want.
Looking then around at the others.
Once you get sent to Brandenscar, your lot in life is sealed. What good deeds brought you all to this scenic island. The sarcasm in his voice is readily apparent.
For the 1st time in nine days the tall Cleric of Asmodeus talks
"Kas čia žino, Asmodeus mintis?"
"who here knows the blessings of Asmodeus?"
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Spend some time concentraiting on the field thats not nice to feel.
Perhaps while everyone else is asleep, since Bref can barely sleep, he will attempt to listen to guards talking.
When the guard threatens another prisoner Bref looks at him.
Come swing that at me meat. Last time it was dark, I prefer light meat. He clacks his teeth together.
He also spends his time looking for patterns in the guards, who reacts how to whom, anything that they talk about, anything really that he could use in an escape attempt.
If only I could get out long enough to stretch
for
Don't go to sleep...ever
So what are you in for?
Bref asks to the room, finally overcome by the boredom.
Rosa's head snaps round as Blackerly words to Surovuyu Zimu, in a soft voice she says.
"If your looking for Companionship, why don't we to find a cell thats nice and out they way?"
Bluff +2 if evil
Bref struggles against the chains yet again, knowing he can't beat them.
I AM SO SICK OF THE CURSED CHAINS!
I don't know you. I don't care to, but I am tired of their laughing eyes. I wont be happy until I floss with the ocular nerves! Lets get out of here. Revenge will be sweet
It is not well spoken, it is rage filled, and, for Bref, shockingly not well thought out. If Bref were not so tired he would never say something so brash. The fatigue and rage are clouding his vision.
You would be lucky if I only bit your throat!
Rosa pays no heed at all to the words of the lead guard She larned all she need from his reponce. He may be an olf hand at thing game but the others are not, they are weak, this infomation is filed away.
Now they are gone rosa casts Spark In some of the straw at foot, verbel only
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The only spells you can cast while grappling or pinned are those without somatic components and whose material components (if any) you have in hand. Even so, you must make a concentration check (DC 10 + the grappler's CMB + the level of the spell you're casting) or lose the spell.
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Perception to listen to the guards down the hall, or for other sounds outside your cell =
Knowledge (history) =
Knowledge (local) =
A question: when you got branded on the hand, how did you take it? Struggle? Stoic disregard? Sneer and spit in their eye?
The prison guards leered at Cуровую, the sweaty and thugish men circled her, waiting in anticipation and eager to relish her fear and apprehension of The Brand.
Each one of the guards inched closer in hopes that they would get to touch her frost white porcelain skin. But instead of the cowering or begging they knew all to well, Cуровую strode forward and grabbed the Watch Sergeant's forearm and pulled his arm and The Brand towards her.
The smell was distinctly of melting ice, and where there should have been singed flesh was instead a small pool of water on the cracked prison stones.
The Brand itself lost all its heat and clattered to the ground, the Watch Sergeant's own arm numb with cold.
"FIEND!" the Watch Sergeant screamed, and backed away and made an awkward attempt to sign Mitra's holy sign, but failed miserably from a decade of unuse.
"Take the winter wench to the cells, and spare your selves and keep your staves in their cod pieces unless you want your blue balls to freeze right off." He said this full of bluster, yet the Watch Sergeant took a few steps back away from Cуровую as his men, keeping some distance, walked passed.
Note: Due to her Aasimar and hag ancestry, Cуровую does not gain permanent scars unless magically induced.
He will consider the other guards "just doing their job" unless one says something snide or becomes physical with him. Those he will remember for later.
With there attempts to brand Rosa they are greeted with her Fiendish Laughter, when they use acid she stops and looks at them with pour cold hate.
"That, was a mistake"
is all she says.
Edmin sits quietly watching an listening to the others trying to gauge their abilities and how they can be of use until the one called Blackerly talks to the others about the woman.
"Mind your tongue cur, or I will remove it for you. Prisoner or not, she still deserves to be treated as a lady."
Intimidate: on the guards.
Perception: (to examine the prisoners):
Perception: (to examine the guards):
Perception: (to examine the cell):
As the guards pull Jax away, he turns his head and winks at the others. "Oh, it looks like I'm off to play with the boys for a little bit. You all behave yourselves while I'm away, you hear? Oh, and if you do decide to bite one in the leg again, aim for an artery." He smiles jovially and comes along without complaint.
In the interrogation room, Jax will try his best to make himself comfortable. "Clever enough to even get myself stuck in Brandenscar! Do I look like the sort to spend every coin that comes my way? Of course not! A proper man of society has investments. Now, if only I knew which of those investments hadn't yet been discovered perhaps we could make a bit of an arrangement..hmn? There's no reason we can't be friends, Sir Blackerly, you seem like quite the sophisticated fellow."
Bluff:
Perception to look for keys
Attempt to make friendly with Diplomacy
Ouch, not very friendly.
I'll be around on/off for a good part of the day until mid afternoon.
"My lord Asmodeus what have you given me to work with in this bit. I know your hand has shaped their fate and placed them here for your fell deeds to unfold, my task is to do as you will and bring down hell about the ones who placed us here."
Rosa takes a long hard look at the others, with their drab jail rags on its hard to tell what they me have been before. Rosa is not fazed by the place, she has spent more than one life time in the pits of hell and this is nothing to the pain and suffering inflicted there.
"The one sitting at the back he knows well to keep his head down and eyes open, he has the feel of one of the chosen, The human looks like he can fight but is that bride matched with actions, the Little one, now he been seeking to get out of his chains the whole time I have been looking, there is power in that little body, and an Angelic blood, but I can see she if fallen, The other Tiefling I know not but what he dos is an act, he seeks a way out like we all. do."
She then says in Infernal
"Če razumete, kaj sem rekel tako, pravi, tako da lahko govorimo"
"if you understand what I am saying says so, so we may talk"
Tohram continues to look around the room, at the pale skinned formerly silent woman's inquiry the tall stoic man very quietly responds:
Būkite atsargūs, šviesiai vaikas, jie gali būti vaikai Mitra, tačiau jie nėra kvaili.
Be careful pale child, they may be children of Mitra, but they are not stupid.
Tohram then looks at the others. I am here because I became lax in my ways. I sought to use my position to extort more than I should. I was foolish. I shall never again make that mistake again.
When he sees the others attempting to gauge the routine of the guards, once again he quietly speaks.
The guards change every eight hours, once in the morning, once mid-afternoon, and once in the middle of the night. They also check us once in between. We get food shortly after the daytime changing of the guards. Also, from the sound of things when the small one is not making noise, I would say that the guards leave the door to whatever room they sit in open, likely to listen to us. If we are to communicate, we must be quiet, or we shall be overheard.
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When Tohram was brought in, he stoically accepted the brand, although he did grimace. He knew it was coming and was prepared, however despite the undead taint in his blood, he still feels pain. He did carefully stow away the face of the one doing the branding so that if the chance should rear its ugly head, he would allow the brander to feel the pain of the brand, magnified manyfold.
Al'Roth raises an eyebrow as the albino woman speaks in a strange language then shakes his head before speaking quietly.
"I do not speak that language my lady. I am Edmin Al'Roth and have an appointment with the headsman that I do not intend to make."
Since we are all speaking other languages how about this one?