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Solomon's ears perk up, nose twitching slightly. "Yes, I can pick-pick. I mean... it's not my best skills, but I have learned."
As he carefully tears that section off of the veil, his eyes light up with intrigue watching the tools manifest from the cloth. "Wonderful..." he muses outloud, then grins widely at the others with a flash of yellowed fangs and mismatched eyes. "Now... click-click."
He mutters something to himself about a mutagen, and what an aid that might have provided, then tilts his head as he tries to contort himself and angle the picks into his own manacles.
Click. The rat-man stretches his arms suddenly, as if the manacles had been constraining him for ages. His whiskers twitch and he stands proud before the others. "Now you see-see. Solomon has tricks."
With a bit more maneuverability now, he moves to his ankles-still sensitive from the earlier gnawing.
Click.
Next, as Malleck had requested, and in light of their earlier conversation, he moves to the dead-one's manacles next...
Clunk.
With a look of alarm, Solomon quickly tries to disappear into the shadows of the corner nearest the cell door.
Very well, you may proceed! Nobody heard anything, this time!
After a moment has passed and things seem clear, Solomon emerges from the shadows looking a bit more subdued than earlier. Again he approaches Malleck's manacles. "I think I've ascertained the source of our glitch... science is a process afterall... a process that often necessitates negative outcomes on the inevitable path to beneficial ones." he whispers as he fingers the tools deftly. He sounds different. Focused.
He attempts to unlock his hands first.
Click.
Then the feet...
Clunk. Once again he hits a snag. This time, however, instead of racing back to the shadows, the wily rat moves to his own manacles--hoping to at the very least still appear in the position the guards would expect. That, perhaps, would be less conspicuous than if he should be fully hidden.
Again, nothing is heard, so press on!
The spark lights behind his eyes. There's been some close calls, but he gets it now... as if he can picture the inner workings of the lock: the tumblers and springs. It seems so simple now, as long as he's cautious.
"Click-click, precious-es"
"I would prefer a weapon for now. We lure the guard in with noise, the we ambush him" he suggests as he eyes the dagger
"Maybe restrain him, muffle his sounds, and then let him bleed out"
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Solomon searches the cell for anything that might serve as a potential projectile: a loose stone, humanoid bones, a cup or plate, etc.
"You have my thanks" Mordecai nods to the rat-man while stretching his now-free wrists. "Could you do the same with the cell door?"
"You have my thanks" Mordecai nods to the rat-man while stretching his now-free wrists. "Could you do the same with the cell door?"
Solomon grins and nods, though he's a little taken back by the sentiment the tiefling shows. "Not from this side, I think. But maybe from the other if there is a way to sneak out. A hole in the wall, or a small tunnel."
The cell door is able to be unlocked from inside the cell. Solomon thinks it is a simple lock. It is NOT similar to the other locks, so the extra +2 does not apply.
The manacles can be used as improvised weapons, either for swinging, or throwing. Treat it as an improvised club if swung.
Solomon scurries over to his discarded manacles, flashing a toothy grin as he hunches beside them, then with a curious look quietly scurries back toward the door. He takes a moment to inspect the door, where he finds that the tumblers can indeed be accessed from this side as well.
"Maybe I could unlock this," he whispers, "but is everyone ready? I won't likely get as many tries as with the manacles?"
He waits to see if others are prepared, as this opportunity ought not be wasted too hastily.
Impressive, he would have made quite an agent back in my lands.
When i get back i should do some research in turning dire rats into humanoid rogues, the possibilities.
Xeram stands up, rubbing his wrists and ankles loose.
"Much better, thank you. Quite the talent you have there, removing with such efficiency."
Taeral whispers to the group, "Well it is good to be out of those. May I offer each of you a means to help in our communication with each other? I can cast a Message spell on each of you.
"Additionally now that we have this pouch, I can invoke a sleeping spell on the guards, though I am hesitant on this option as some of you may succumb to its influnence also."
"With careful aiming we should be fine.
Yet you would simply have them sleep? Shaking someone awake is simple, choking them with the manacles afterwards takes but 10 seconds or so.
Even more efficient would be to push tight the artery, lack of oxygen leads to brain damage and subsequently death."
With a quick whisper to Xeram, "If the situation arises that you can not see, I will try to stay on your left. I beleive you are the only one not of the able to see within darkness."
Replying to Taeral.
"Quite, i could probably cast a light spell, but that would draw unwanted attention. I've seen that happen in the past."
The white rat pulls on a dull-green tunic, and a pair of high-cuffed canvas breeches. The fit is tight over his arching back and large neck, but quite loose around his thin arms and legs. He has to tear open the seam at the back of the breeches for his tail to pull through. He was hoping for something hooded, but didn't find one with a good fit. For the moment this will have to do.
He pockets the thieves' tools, then returns to his old manacles, lifting one set in each hand. They're awkward, but they'll be good to keep close by in case he needs them. Hell, maybe they could even use them for their intended purpose.
Perception checks from the PCs:
Based on the results of that check, you remember the following from when you came in:
You were dragged inside a building past more than one mocking guards. You went upstairs and heard the heavy thunk of a door being unlocked. Only then did they remove your hood and put you in your cell, chaining you with your arms above your head. You could smell the burning brazier in the next room. You were about to be marked as one of the forsaken. Welcome to Branderscar prison...
"We get the guard inside, we make him believe we are still manacled, then, when he is inside, we 'capture' him. Let him open the door, for if he tries to unlock it, and it is already unlocked, who knows what might happen"
"I recall hearing seagulls and waves. This close in the vicinity would mean we are near the ocean.
I recall trained dogs and the mention of a bridge. We have quite a walk ahead of us, lest we can obtain horses or a wagon ourselves."
As soon as he is released, Vosil nods his thanks to Solomon, before going into some sort of long trance for nearly a minute. During this time, he is almost oblivious to your conversations.
Finally, with no noise, his shadow... bulges, expands and takes on flesh, albeit of a midnight-hued sort....
The thing clacks its chitinous beaks and claws, looking around it fiercely with its glowing eyes. Its voice, when it speaks, is disconcerting: female and warm, almost motherly in tone:
"Oh, Vosil. What have you got yourself into this time...?"
"This is Shade, my ... other half, you might say. We've been through a lot together. I rely on her and trust her completely. Might I trouble you for a piece of leather from that pouch? Thank you."
"Interesting, and very welcome sight, means we have support. welcome, miss Shade"
"Someone else should have the dagger." Solomon cautions. He's sneaky, but not good at the up-close-and-personal style of fighting that daggers require. Perhaps he could throw it, but would almost rather be throwing manacles as they're far less likely to be used elsewhere.
"And it seems things are in motion, yes? Yes. We should make ourselves look locked."
He sets the manacles he was holding back down where they were initially, and slides his wrists and tender ankles back into their loose holds. He then nods his own readiness.
He looks at the small blade, at least it was something other than his fists. He hid it in the manacle above his hand, hopefully the guard doesn't look to him first as he gets ready for the ambush
"I'll just take this" Mordecai whispers, lifting the Asmodeus' holy symbol. "The Dark Prince provides me with all the armament I'll need for now. I am ready whenever you are."
"I recall hearing seagulls and waves. This close in the vicinity would mean we are near the ocean.
I recall trained dogs and the mention of a bridge. We have quite a walk ahead of us, lest we can obtain horses or a wagon ourselves."
"True, I remember this as well. I believe we should head downstairs from here."
Gertrart smiles at the rest of the crew. "Does anyone remember the way to the nearest door? If not does anyone remember where an exterior wall was. I can take the other knife, and if one of these guards is asleep I can make it permanent." The half-orc draws a finger across his neck.
Then he tries to remember what he can about the infamous prison including what the guards were carrying. A club and after he unlocked the gate for Mercai he put the keys....
The Gertrart picks up a set of the manacles and the second dagger if no-one else claims it. Malleck, leave room for me to slip behind anyone you engage. I am pretty good at finding the fourth rib down." Then looking at the shadow of Vosil, "What kind of scouting can the... lady do?"
When the shadow becomes a figure Xeram looks interested.
A living shadow, this world certainly has pleasant surprises.
Which provides for ample of ideas for later.
The Dark Prince provides me with all the armament I'll need for now.
"Who is this "Dark Prince" you speak of?
Is he from nobility out of this city?"
Vosil looks amused at the half-orc's question. "Well, dear sir (did I catch your name?), you could ask her yourself... But I think it fair to say that yes, Shade has a certain flair for stealth - but perhaps actions speak louder than words?"
Taeral looks at the pile of cloths with a disgusted look.
Well I guess it is better than the rags I have on.
He picks through the pile for a set of cloths that at least match before putting them on.
He takes the rags he had on previously, and wraps them through the chain links of his manacles to help muffle the clink of the chain.
Shade slinks into a dimly-lit part of the cell, taking refuge in the shadow.
"I'm rather out of practice at this," she apologises. "But I could get back into practice very fast if required. Where would you like me to scout?"
"I suggest just stay hidden for now till we are ready to deal with any problems, cause right now we just need to get rid of the local guard"
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@ Gertrart - One of the two guards outside definitely has the keys.
@ Gertrart - Roll up your Knowledge (local) and I'll see what info I can give you.
@ Mordecai - Apologies, I meant to give you an extra +2 on your Perception for having been outside recently, but that wouldn't have pushed you into the next success level.
If I have interpreted right, certain items have been removed from the veil and it now consists of:
This appears to be a fine silk veil of gossamer cloth. Only as it is held and closely inspected can you see small cloth patches of various shapes. One patch can be detached each round as a move action. Detaching a patch causes it to become an actual item. This veil contains:
Note that the window patch will create a window (and therefore a hole) in a nearby wall. If there are no nearby walls, it simply turns into a common wooden window frame. It cannot be placed on a living creature however. Once removed, a patch cannot be replaced.
Which caster is holding the spell component bag?
Malleck has a dagger, who has the other?
Mordecai has the Holy Symbol
The Eidolon is summoned
Mage Armor has been passed around (Eidolon and Xeram)
And we're ready to try kicking some butt? What's the plan? Or if you want inititative rounds, let me know and I'll roll it up, giving you guys a surprise round.
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There are two guards!
They are both right outside your door.
Always planning, always running scenarios...
"Perhaps luring guard is not so sneaky-sneaky. Some of us have clothes now. They must be sharper than that, right?"
"So there goes that plan. Any other ideas then?"
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"My dears. It seems simple to me. Solomon opens the door, and we take advantage of that surprise to rush the guards. You two with daggers, take one. I will take the other." Shade's voice is calm, maternal. She could be discussing the fairest way to divide up a cake.
"Who is this "Dark Prince" you speak of?
Is he from nobility out of this city?"
"Fool! I speak of none other than Asmodeus, the Archfiend himself. The Ruler of Hell, and whom I serve body and soul." Mordecai is really struggling to keep his voice quiet with this outbreak, waving his arms in wide arc.
"Now open the doors, and let us take down those take down those guards"
Would it be possible to attack them during surprise round without, if the attackers would be next to the door?