Zayva noticed Muhoro moving towards the web. "Are you going in alone? We may do better if we proceed in a group than on our own."
Muhoro looks at the person addressing him in surprise. His antenna curl and uncurl as he stares at Zayva.
"You would want me in you group?"
Aren, for the longest time, remains silent and simply watches. His were not the only eyes that glowed subtly in the darkness of the room, his was was not the only vision that simply stopped at 60 ft. It was curious to be in such a crowded room. Rare as well. The man considers his options carefully. It was also rare to be given options. The entire situation was very nearly enough to set Aren questioning why, but that way lead to madness since he was unlikely to ever get an answer.
His eyes flicker back and forth amongst the others as he hears the theory he himself had been crafting. The drow had some kind of task that needed to be done, and they were trying to decide on who to choose. The fact is, Aren felt drawn to the web symbol, very much for the same reasons others were. Plots. Scheming. Those were things he was good at. But there was something the others failed to see that Aren did not. What the walls and their symbols truly meant was a mystery, but what people thought of them? Those were real and easily divinable facts if one simply listened.
So he waited and watched for a time. Then, with a smile, he claps The Ravener on the back. The boy had a tale that made Aren's skin crawl, but they had fought side by side before. He was dangerous, lethal, and easy to manipulate... if a bit volatile. Being anywhere near him was a risk, but Aren was pretty certain he had managed to get into the good graces of both the boy and the wild beast. "Come. I think we should finish our conversation of sprinkles and frosting and how the planes work over by the door of the fang."
It was not his first choice for the same reasoning that so many avoided it and others were drawn to it. The suspicion that it represented violence and power rather then plots and treachery. But the fact is the majority of the bruisers here were hardly what one would call schemers, which meant going to the fang would leave him with that much less competition. A schemer in a group of schemers was that much closer to his enemy, but it also meant they were competing among others with similar levels of intelligence.
Before walking, he turns and glances at the healer, Zavya, and for a brief moment the light in his eyes grows brighter. Yes. She was like him in some ways, only her powers were far more potent when used for healing then his own. She would have been useful to have along, and she still believed Aren the same simple boy she once knew. Or close enough to him to be trusted some. But the three she was with were probably some of the most intelligent in the group and would be nearly impossible to make dance to his tune. It would be a shame not to have intelligent conversation, of course, but then again everything Aren reasoned could be false. These doors might just lead to different slaughter pits for the drows amusement. He chuckled at that thought, then looks to Jethop as he starts trotting over to the fang. "Last time we spoke, I think I had managed to get as far as layers before our conversation became about food. Is that right?"
"Why shouldn't I?" Zayva looked at him curious.
When she noticed Aren choose to head the other way, a brief flash of sadness crossed her face before vanishing. It seems Aren had made his choice. Placing a smile on her face, she pushed the sad thoughts to the back of her mind to deal with later. 'Be safe, Aren.'
As an aside, writing that does not mean I as a player would be unwilling to Rp with any/all of them. I just wrote what he'd choose... though I am wishing a couple people would come over to fang for talking time!
Although, does the DM want us posting these? XD I guess he might but unless I misread he only asked us to imagine it, right?
Wait... So if I've posted before the cut off line, but I've had to drop out.... So does this mean i can post for Loptr? Who's connectivity is a tad shot?
XD
Yes, that's fine.
The Ravener smirked at Aren. This one thinks he is as tricksome as a drow. He is their apt pupil. But schemes matter little in the face of hunger or grasp of desire. Let the drow scheme. Let the priest plot. As long as I am fed . . . . Aren clapped the Ravener on the back and its thoughts scattered. I like him. He never laughs at me.
As quickly as a long forgotten summer squall, the smirk is washed away from the Ravener's face. Almost faster than the eye could follow: anger Not now. Not YET. Go AWAY, confusion He is a good boy like me, and finally fear Where am I? What's going on?
Jethop shuddered and hunched into himself. "What's going on, Aren? What does it all mean?" the boy inquires in a plaintive tone.
@Aren Well it does show how our characters would interact, which was what he wanted if I understood correctly.
As an aside, writing that does not mean I as a player would be unwilling to Rp with any/all of them. I just wrote what he'd choose... though I am wishing a couple people would come over to fang for talking time!
Although, does the DM want us posting these? XD I guess he might but unless I misread he only asked us to imagine it, right?
I'm enjoying this roleplaying scene immensely - helps me know what to expect from my PCs when the campaign begins proper. If you check my campaigns tab for DM Frogfoot, you'd see that I began my other homebrew campaign with an introductory roleplaying session in the Discussion thread.
Still giving a few other applicants time to finish before I lay out the teams. Note that what you chose is just one of the final determining factors.
Aren blinks in surprise at the sudden shift, but in a couple moments he's already speaking, having gathered his thoughts once more. "I have no idea. They're put us all in a room, we're all conscious, and they've left us with two doors out." He gestures to both the web and the fang. Another might speak down to the youth, but Aren thought that would be insulting. And it might get him killed by those claws. Instead he offers a brief, soft laugh. His voice, as calm and soft as it ever was, releases a small puff of smoke whose tendrils curl around his lips as he speaks before fading into the air.
"It could be the drow are bored with us, and are now letting us choose our own deaths without telling us. It could be this is another test, a psychological one. No doubt they are quite prepared for any riot that might form considering that's a likely result of throwing us all in here, so I think its best if we keep our heads down and try not to cause trouble. After all, there's fun, and then there's asking for torture. But it might not matter since this could be just an amusing game they're killing us with." He nods to the fang symbol, "I'm heading over there. As your other half pointed out, people are ascribing meanings to the symbol. I? I'm choosing based on what I know of the people gathering." He briefly glances over to the other door where the rest that had chosen so far had gathered. "And planning, it seemed. I wonder if I've made the right choice." He chuckles again. "Intelligence does tend to survive more often then brute force..."
"What do you think, my friend?" He turns that almost sickeningly comforting smile and gaze on the boy beside him. Though a bit dim, the youth could sometimes be quite quick on the up take, and he doubted very much that Jethop could even form many plans, nonetheless deceive him. An honest opinion would be welcome.
Jethop listened intently to Aren only grimacing when the frail boy mentioned his "other half." He didn't like when other people mentioned the bad boy, the mean one. It had a way of getting his attention. Nor did Jethop like that people kept mistaking him for that other boy. He wasn't like that. He was good. That was some other person.
"Maybe they will let us go home. Maybe they have gotten from us what they wanted," Jethop says hopefully. The darkness of the cavern seems to quietly swallow this foolish thought.
With a shake of his head to clear his thoughts, Jethop continued, "No. If the drow want something from us, we won't like it. But . . . but maybe we can get something out of it." Avarice glitters in Jethop's eyes momentarily before it is replaced by the pleasant, but vacant, stare of a dullard.
"Yes... I agree." There were a number of possibilities about what the drow would do. Being controlled through pain, drugs or magic was the worst. He wasn't sure if they -could- even do that effectively, but he didn't want to find out. A better, and perhaps much simpler scenario for them, was that the people here might be made an offer. Freedom was a given as a foolish thought, but perhaps they'll offer something. Power? Not physical or magical certainly. They give us that already for free, and would continue to do so if they wanted us stronger. Maybe they wouldn't be set free... but given the chance to walk about during their task? Perhaps, but they would have to sweeten the deal for some of them in here to keep them from running the moment they got the chance. So... status? A place in their society? Unlikely, but it was the most favorable option that Aren could think of. The least simply being death of course.
"These drow are not to be trusted though... if they truly are preparing us for a task, we must make certain that we survive it and that we come back with leverage that will keep them from penning us up again or simply slaying us." The man smiles at the more solidly built boy, grateful for once that the beast was not who he was speaking to. It was certainly much more pragmatic in some ways, but it didn't really understand needs in Aren's opinion, only wants. "Whatever happens Jethop, whether we end up in the same group, set out in different, or we are split up individually once more; be wary. You may not think yourself the brightest, but you have sometimes have keen insight that see's further then even my own. Be careful, be wary, and be prepared."
Undvach slows as he approaches the wall with the large fang motif, before stopping and looking up at the symbol. "Spider tooth. Venom. Poison." He thinks back to some of the experiments performed on him recently, and some not so recently, wondering if perhaps the more intelligent ones in the room knew something he did not, explaining why they all seemed to be gathering to the web.
Leaning his club against the wall, he turns and leans back against it to watch the others, sliding down until he's sitting comfortably. Then, seeing that someone had decided to head his way, he looked up to try and meet Aren's gaze. "Ah, someone else likes teesh too?" he says loudly, putting on his most approachable smile - which was, of course, showing off his array of nicely sharpened teeth. "Well, spider teesh. Almost teesh." he adds, snapping his jaw shut a couple of times to infer that his teeth are superior.
Undvach, could you add your 3 unusual physical characteristics to your profile please? Preferably to your Classes/Levels window, so it shows up right beneath your name when you post in a gameplay thread. That goes for everyone.
Liking what I'm reading so far guys. Going to be fun DMing this.
Aren glances up to the other that spoke curiously, his eyes only briefly flickering back to Jethop to make sure the lad had heard his warning. "Indeed. I think I've been caught in enough drow webs for my life." Not entirely true, since if he ever got the chance he'd happily dive back in for a chance to destroy them, but he'd rather be one of the spiders then one of the prey. All that mattered now though was the drow thinking something. Even if they doubted him when he spoke to them, they would have a harder time doubting anything they learn from one of the other subjects here, simply because they were getting it second hand. After all, why would Aren lie to these that should be his allies? Then again the drow had invented whole new levels of paranoia. At the very best, he could convince them that he was hiding something. Might as well leaving them wondering what it was. He glances to the other wall. "I don't know if the symbols really mean anything honestly but I suppose we'll find out."
He grimaces then, and shakes his head a bit. "I apologize for my lack of manners. I am Aren. And this is my friend Jethop." He grins at the man, and for a brief moment he lets a slightly vicious emotion cross his features before it vanished. But a brief flicker, one that the man before him might appreciate. When he spoke, his voice was as calm and soft as ever, and it was really hard to hear anything insulting or derogatory behind the tone. It just wasn't there. "Fangs are quite useful, but I lack any of my own unfortunately."
When Aren spoke, albeit for only a brief time, whisps of smoke a pale grey smoke curled around his lips. It was noticeable, but brief, and many had learned to ignore the sight of it quickly. But if one were close enough, there was something more... disturbing about it. The smell, if they caught a whiff of it, would remind them of someone they knew, someone who had passed. A friend, a parent, or even a pet. The scent of someone a person had once known, had once cared for, that had passed. On the typical person, it had an oddly relaxing effect, putting someone at ease with something familiar.
Thrumming his handsome nose thoughtfully, Jethop speculates, "You are right, Aren. Right now it seems like they have everything. But that can't be right, because they wouldn't want something. If we got that . . . then we would have something, and that's more than they have!"
The thought it seemed got a little snarled in the confusion of his thoughts. Jethop shakes his head again. "It's like when we took a pig to the market. We didn't need another pig, but somebody did, and then we bartered for something they had. But how can we barter, Aren, when we have no pigs!?" He cried with a little desperation.
Jethop shuddered a little when he saw the new boy's teeth. He didn't seem like he was a good boy. . . . my teeth are better . . . Jethop shook his head to clear it of the errant thought. Where did that come from?
Realizing he needed to be brave, he met the new boy's gaze, he needed to show him that he wasn't afraid of him. I'm not afraid of him. Jethop's head twitched at the thought. "Hi! I'm Jethop!"
"Aren," he says toying with the sound of the name, "And Jeshop." He mispronounces the name due to a subconscious reluctance to put his tongue squarely between his teeth. "He [Aren] doesn't have very sharp teeth. Maybe he's a smart one?" "Undvach," he says proudly, twisting his muscled leg beneath his body so he can rise almost fluidly to his feet, patting his chest before offering a disproportionately large hand in greeting.
How you've interpreted them is fine, Undvach.
Sorry for not answering Captain, Alec is correct.
I suppose I can relax those restrictions. Buy what you please, as long as you feel prepared enough for what situations you may face.
"Undvach." He reaches out and takes the mans hand. His grip was not particularly strong, watching his lean frame and sickly appearance. His skin was smooth as well, but there was something about it... He gives the mans hand as good a shake as he can before drawing back and giving Jethop a chance too greet the man as well. He turns and gives his friend Jethop a relaxed grin. "And we do have something to barter with, my friend. Our lives. Our power."
Undvach shakes Aren's hand heartily, giving him another full toothy smile. As he hears Aren's comments to Jethop, he gives a deep gravelly chuckle, "Our lives? Not ours. Theirs."
Sorry for the delay in posting. I wound up only being awake for maybe 3 to 4 hours yesterday. I took some medication and just passed out.
But on another note, with the new ruling on equipment I have a question. How much does a Large Adamantine Greatsword cost?
I'm also considering going with a mix of Barbarian and Fighter. The Barbarian levels are a display of the years he was experimented on, while the Fighter levels show the years of training he went through under the supervision of his house.
An unenchanted, large-sized Adamantine Greatsword comes to 3100 gp - according to HeroLab. (Screenshot)
Muhoro stands by himself, looking at the two groups forming. Zayva's answer to his question still rattles around in his head. Why shouldn't I, she had said, but the question Muhoro hears is Why should I.
So here he stands, his tetsubo over one shoulder and his antenna swivelling about, twitching as he looks from one group to the other. Both have capable warriors and powerful users of magic. Some even seem to be welcoming, as he watches individuals shake hands and act civilized, but it is all an act. If asked, they would tear each other apart. And there is no honour in that, pretend however he would.
So he stand there, while inside he keeps telling himself that he is standing out...making himself a target...safety in numbers...better to blend in!
But he cannot decide, for he feels that this decision will be one of the most important decisions they have been given since arriving (to be fair....it has been the only decision), and he did not want to rush into something he would regret.
Thanks Yuki. That is what I needed to know to keep moving his creation forward.
Aren turns his attention to those who remained undecided. At the moment, their number was greater then those of the chosen, but very few of them interested the tiefling. One, however, looked between the two groups, and in his eyes Aren saw a keenness and intellect that was sharp, but not necessarily predatory. 'Curious...'
"Perhaps one day Undvach. At the moment, we have only our lives in our hands. Jethop, Undvach, if you'll excuse me for a moment..." The soft words trail off as Aren heads back to the center, and once there he offers a hand to the one he had spotted. His appearance was certainly odd, not very close to the typical demonic of devilish features that plagued the large group in this room as a whole. When he reached the man, he offered a smile, and his smoke like breath would briefly waft towards him. Aren silently wondered who, if anyone, that breath would remind this being of. "Hello there. You appear to be contemplating where to go." Aren glances at both groups with a weighing eye, "Considering how few choices they give us, I can understand why honestly. But since we know nothing of the symbols meanings the choice of where to stand seems almost irrelevant. At least to me, its more about who you stand with."
He looks toward the door of the web. "They have a pretty interesting collection going already. I even know one of them myself. A gifted healer and a vessel of particularly potent positive energy as well. Can't go wrong by allying yourself with someone who can bring life with but a touch." He glances over to the group he had chosen to stand with. "Over there, you can see those of a somewhat simpler mind set gathering. Not foolish or stupid, I doubt there are many like that here, but more direct certainly. Their strength honestly makes one nervous standing so close to them. Very few like me though. Or us, perhaps?" He glances at the man, "You seem the warrior type, but you are putting much more thought into things then the other bruisers and fighters here that I've seen."
Through out, Aren's voice had been rather neutral, and he gave the impression that the man could leave and he would keep on talking. It was oddly lacking in any pressure for a response. Aren almost seemed like he liked to hear himself speak, but there was something almost humble about how he formed his words and the tone he used. Not deferential, but certainly respectful. But now, for the first time, he asks the man a question directly. "Why is it you pause and wait?"
Fang Brutes
Undvach
Jethop
Fang Clergy
Aren Brighteyes
Web Assassins
Alec Ritous
Alaria
Web Brutes
Siri Aponavicius (also magician)
Web Clergy
Zayva
Undecided
(Captain Fremont) Brute
Jokum Magician
Ranax Brute Magician
Beldrek Brute
Muhoro Brute
(DM Coluber) Unknown factor
The lighting in the Choosing Room is dim, just bright enough for those of you to see the icons and each other, but with your darkvision you all can see an observation deck recessed in the cavern wall overlooking the pit. In the deck, those of you with darkvision can see two drow females looking down into the pit and discussing something - you can't make out the words beyond the glass, but you see their lips move.
So I have things set in stone and will stop playing with all the different ideas I have, I've chosen to go with a Sword and Board Brute type player.
Beleste will be a Barbarian 1/Unbreakable Fighter 3. The Barbarian level shows the rage Beleste has towards those who have enslaved him and the one that sold him out to the drow in the first place. The levels in Unbreakable Fighter show the years of training his drow captors have put him through so that he might serve their needs.
He wields an Large Adamantine Longsword and a Large Spiked Shield, trophies that the drow allowed him to keep from one of the foes he slew while under their command.
To clarify for everyone - you haven't been put on any assignments yet as slaves of the drow. Any combat you've seen in your backstories will have been in controlled testing scenarios overseen by Doctor Khan. It's important to the plot I'm writing.
I want your real-world experiences in your new bodies to be limited. New. You're practically in completely different bodies than what you're used to at the start of the campaign.
When Zayva noticed their observers, it cemented a few things in her mind. 'This is a test. Or some new experiment.' She placed a smile on her face. She did hope that one guy that Aren was now talking too joined them. He seemed interesting. [b]"
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Mohoro looks to the person talking to him, then back to the one who answered his question with a question. Very Drow-like that! He nods and makes up his mind.
"You have one who's taint is too much like my own. I would have to challenge him, and fighting among 'allies' is not desirable, so I must decline your offer."
With that he walks over to the web sign and stands beside Azyva.
"I stand by you, until it no longer is profitable."
A happy smile appeared on her face as Muhoro accepted to join them. "I am Zayva. And this is," she made a bit of a face motioning towards Siri trying hard to remember her name, "S-...Sari... no, Siri! Yes, this is Siri. And these two are," She paused to think for a moment again. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she wasn't sure she caught the names of Charade Girl and her friend. "Did you two ever say your names?"
She turned and looked a bit apologetic and sheepish towards Mohoro. "Sorry, I'm horrible with names. I do try to remember them."
You're aware of what gear you will be provided with, but your weapons are in another room. You're wearing your armor, your consumables are with your weapons.
Muhoro nods his greeting to each in turn.
"My skills lie in martial and magical power. I am very good with my Tetsubo, and can wield my magic and weapon as one, if needed. I do not need food, nor water, and sleep but a few hours a day. What of you and these others? What skills to you bring to the group?"
A huge man, appearing to be more beast than man, Beleste stands just over seven feet tall with a body that appears to be closer to that of a minotaur than that of a human. His bull-like head sports two stubs where horns use to be. His arms and legs are covered in brown fur, and his legs end in hooves as opposed to feet. To finish the picture, a tail sways behind him. In the few places where skin can be seen, most of it covered by fur or metal, it is noticably red.
Male Tiefling Barbarian 1/Unbreakable Fighter 3
CN Medium Outsider (Native)
Init +4; Senses; Darkvision 60 ft, Perception +8
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DEFENSE
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AC 24, touch 12, flat-footed 22 (+2 Dex, +7 armor, +2 natural armor, +3 shield)
HP 45 (1d12 +3d10 +8 Con +3 Favored Class)
Fort +7, Ref +3, Will +1 (+2 vs. Mind-affecting effects)
Resistances 5 Cold, 5 Electricity, 5 Fire
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OFFENSE
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Speed 40 ft.
Melee +9
-Large Adamantine Longsword +10 2d6+5 19-20/x2
-+1 Large Steel Shield +10 1d6+5 x2
Ranged +9
-Light Hammer +6 1d6+5 x2
Modifiers:
-Rage 6 Rounds (+4 Str, +4 Con, -2 AC, +2 Will)
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STATISTICS
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Str 20, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 12
Base Atk +4; CMB +9; CMD 21
Feats: Power Attack, Endurance, Diehard, Armor of the Pit, Furious Focus
Traits: Armor Expert, Outlander (Exile)
Skills: Handle Animal +2, Intimidate +8, Perception +7, Survival +1
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Undercommon
Combat Gear: Large Adamantine Longsword, +1 Large Steel Shield, +1 Breastplate, 2x Light Hammer
Other Gear: Masterwork Backpack
Coin: 376 GP
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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-Darkvision 60ft
-Fiendish Resistance
-Fiendish Sprinter
-Prehensile Tail
Beleste will approach the Fang, finding it more appealing then the web. A fang to him was something more straightforward than the web which could be spun into so many deceitful things.
Fang Brutes
Undvach
Jethop
Beleste
Fang Clergy
Aren Brighteyes
Web Assassins
Alec Ritous
Alaria
Web Brutes
Siri Aponavicius (also magician)
Muhoro
Web Clergy
Zayva
Undecided
Jokum Magician
Ranax Brute Magician
Beldrek Brute
(DM Coluber) Unknown factor
As the center of the room grows more and more sparse as more of the tieflings pick a side, those of you looking up see the two drow females joined by a third, taller female, that you recognize as Doctor Khan. The good doctor is smiling with her teeth exposed in that unsettling way that she tends to do, and is gesturing first to one side of the room, then the other. It appears that a plan of some sort is beginning to take shape.
His feet not padded and his gear not made for stealth, Beleste would approach the small group forming around the door depicting a fang dripping venom.
"I am Beleste and I have been trained to dismantle anything that stands in my way. Will you accept my aid here or shall I approach the other door?"
As he drew closer, the sight of smoke billowing from his mouth would become clear, while the smell of brimstone fills the air.
This is what I have come up with so far DM Frogfoot. Let me know what you think. I have not finalized this yet so I can make changes if it does not fit as much as you would like.
Before he was taken he wasn't very bright, and as a result that he was made to do all the chores nobody else would do. Cleaning the stables, picking up after fights (he hates blood on his clothes), and anything else that needed it. Being very meticulous in his duties he was very good at keeping things in order.
He was noticed by a scout for exotic slavers who swept through the area looking for "recruits". Beldrek was marked taken without much effort. He didn't know how to fight anyway. They brought him to someone they referred to as a doctor. "Doctor makes people feel good. I like doctor."
Doctor Khan began right away. Enhance muscle density and size, increase natural speed and balance. "Yes." she thought. "He will do wonderfully."
The other "recruits" never spoke to him. He couldn't possibly know what they were talking about they said. He was always alone. Alone and in pain. He was always fighting the other slaves as they kept taking his food. That finally stopped when he snapped the neck of last one who tried. "Strong! No take food!" he yelled to the rest. Nobody bothered him again.
Something new began to happen. The experiments had continued and he grew larger, stronger, faster. Even grew a tail. He liked it as it gave him better balance. He began to think. Think beyond what he had been able to before. He observed things that he had never noticed. How they moved, how they talked, and how they hid things. Like fear. He could smell their fear. It was almost palpable. He never could smell like this before. It was....interesting. Some of the others couldn't see very well in little or no light but it never bothered him. He could see just about as clearly and as far as when light was present. Darkness meant nothing to him. Not even when the mages put them in a test maze with a darkness spell active did it phase him. He just walked to the end and waited. He merely wanted to eat and go back to thinking.
On one particular day the doctor had just finished with him for the day and he was put back with the others. They had been talking about what made people afraid. They continued after the guards had gone. Prior to this he had only spoke broken common at best.
(Speaking in Abyssal)"People are afraid of what they do not understand. Fear comes in a variety of forms. The lot of them are afraid of me because I am different now. One thing, I hate duplicity. Don't try to trick me and we will get along."
They just stood there, stunned. A guard had noticed his speech and told Doctor Khan. She had not expected intelligence. That was not part of what she had done to him. This would warrant further observation. Yes, this was coming along quite nicely.
Yer I'm sorry my net is terrible at home :( my phone allows more access :)
Aren sighs as he watches the one he had been speaking to walk toward the web as if any of them really had. Even who they stood with now would only help the drow make their decisions. He glances up and is surprised, but not overly so, to find the three drow women standing in that recessed area he had glanced over earlier. Their natural beauty was tainted to him, since he had seen at least two of them stand over him as his body was wracked with pain from the dark energies in it coursing through him. And the leader... He frowned briefly, but wiped away the expression quickly. If they had noticed, they might think him thoughtful. Aren returns to his friend, Jethops, side and notice yet another standing with them. He arrived just in time to catch the mans name and little speech about what he could do. "In the grand scheme of things, specifically those drow ladies schemes, it might not matter. But I at least think another to stand beside us would be well." He glances at the others. Yes, this was a strong group martially. It would take quite a force to overwhelm them, and that wasn't even taking into account Aren's gifts or his Selres.
"Life. I am a healer." Zayva was slightly distracted when Doctor Khan had appeared. Before turning back to the group to give them her attention again. It was not a good idea to speculate what Doctor Khan had planned. She'd find out for sure soon enough. She had been in the labs to long to not understand that. Better to not stress over it.
"I care for their opinions only as much as they are what keep me alive in this nest of hornets," Beleste would state simply as he turned his head to peer up at the drow observation room.
"They would stab each other in the back if it meant the slimmest chance at advancing in this dreadful society. Thusly, I will play along with this game for now if it means staying alive to perhaps one day escape or pay my captors back for the horrors they have put me through."
When Beleste starts talking about retribution against their captors, Jethop begins to veritably wring his claws.
"Inside voice. Use your inside voice. You don't want the bad men to hear you. You don't want them to suspect."
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She paused to think for a moment again. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she wasn't sure she caught the names of Charade Girl and her friend. "Did you two ever say your names?"
"Alec." He gestures to himself. "Alaria." He gestures to his silent partner. "We've been trained in problem solving. If someone makes a mess, we clean it up - permanently." He gives a small grin, then grows serious again. "Tell me: do you know any of the ones clustering around the Fang side? It would be beneficial to find out their capabilities if this turns out to be a gladatorial arena."
I'll have my character ready tomorrow, I promise!
I have most of the mechanics done and >50% of the backstory, but right now my head hurts too much to keep writing.