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I will - my black Irish friend....
Our first goal should be sundering the horn. I have improved grapple - I can just grab the horn and take it away from the guard....
Action 1- Take the weapon from Drugoth.
Rather than kill/attack, I will place the blade at the neck of the guard and tell him in a whisper: Surrender friend...your life in exchange for a little help and advice. Or I will cut off your head, skin it, and use it as a pesh pipe. <chuckle>
A small price to pay. More please!
Excellent - would someone free me as well? We should pretend to still be cuffed if the guards return and take them alive - if possible. They will be good sources of information.
Aletheia looks at the mess and shrugs.
Aletheia pulls at his chains in an akward stretch and then lets them rattle slighly as he relaxes.
We should wait til nite . No ned to kill da gards cept Blackery.He em mine!! Agreed. I still would like a sword handy, just in case. Aletheia smiles and stretches out his arms and legs. By the abyss...I would kill for an ale...and a taste of pesh.
The tiefling has a point. Let's keep this simple. If any of you have the skill to pick locks, do so. Then let us use that window image to making an opening in the wall. We can then climb down with the rope - here or on a lower level and head for the bridge. I have no problem killing if needed but quick and fast will do us well. No need to masscure all the guards here...
Anyonez hav a idea o why shez givin me pictures of da stuf we neds to get out? Aletheia arches an eyebrow and chuckles. Either she is insane or there is magic involved. Touch the images and see if they come to life. I'll take a sword if it exists. Aletheia thinks for a moment and adds one question: Do all the images make sense to you? Are there any that you dont understand or are unsure of?
Aletheia will keep an eye out and see throughout his stay if anyone (guards, fellow inmates, visitors) shows any signs of addiction/drug use (for example tar stained teeth from someone who chews pesh on a regular basis). If someone has a need - and I help scratch it, perhaps I may be helped in my exit from this hotel.
Aletheia nods to the others, examines his surroundings.
"No one ever leaves here, except to be put to death," the strange woman says fatalistically to Aletheia. "My only regret is that they have left me here for so long." You have been here for a while then. There is power in that. Think. What do you know, have seen? Information is power that we can use to put to death the ignorant butchers who run this place. What insight can you share, sister?
A man shares your cell and he looks at the F brand and laughs. He is stocky, handsome, tall. His hair is long, messy and appears to needs washing. I will be leaving here soon. I've killed before, I have no problems doing so again. My name is..Aletheia. Perhaps your interests align with mine.
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