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Same here. Feel free to npc rchir as I'll be on a plane the next 14 hrs
R'Chir will follow, still in disguise.
I suppose it was just wishful thinking that they would be too busy drinking and playing cards..." R'Chir says as he adjusts the cap on his uniform.
R'Chir will take the clothes from one of the guards and put the clothes on, including spare armor. "Well, perhaps we could get out of here without excess bloodshed? As much as I am sure the thought titillates you, the possibility also exists that it is our blood that will be shed in addition."
"Are any of our number hurt in the most recent melee? I can mend the wounds." On the lock not working, R'Chir says "May the Midnight Lord guide your hand"
"If no one wants to carry one out, we could lead him on his own feet. either way."
"Could one of you carry one of these corpses out with us? Once we get somewhere where i have a bit of time i can use his skeleton for manual labor and whatnot. If it'd be too heavy for you, i understand."
or necromantic energies...
R'Chir puts on his best impression of Dogar, and says "OI!! Jailer! Jailer!! You look familiar! I'm think'n I had me way wit' yer mum not a week ago! She's the dry harlot o'er on bar row, yea? Worst coppers I ever spent! I ought ta hav' bought a handful o' sawdust and had a better night at half tha cost!" He then tries to look sickly as he keeps his hands in his manacles and looks down as if asleep.
"Alright, I will taunt one of them to get them to come in here when the time comes."
"I've told a good deal of lies in my days. What would you have me tell them?"
"That plan sounds better."
"If possible, it would be quite helpful if one of you brutish sorts brought the body of anyone you happened to kill along with us on the way out. Just one body will suffice, but don't go killing anyone if we can escape easier without doing so."
"I am not particularly good with weapons. I will just follow you all and see where this leads."
"It would be wise to refrain from yelling, lest we draw unwanted attention." RChir says in a hushed tone.
R'Chir gives a shrug when asked about the item. Oh boy. She got some item from her relative and doesn't even know what it is or how to use it. The Midnight Lord must really want me back in the realm of death.
R'Chir nods and looks on, interested to see what was going to happen. This is gonna turn into a sideshow. At least I will die entertained, he muses.
R'Chir, having no way to escape these cuffs and no plan on what to do later, avails himself to his current manacled state. He remains silent, and pays close attention to everything. He attempts to look withered and weak as well as trying to look as if he isn't particularly observant.
Prison? More like a tomb... My kind of place. Zuo-Kuthon's mark shall drink in the pain of the brand, and give me power and insight. R'Chir casts his good eye about the area at the other prisoners in his cell, and the adjacent cells, to judge their overall health and look for a particularly weak specimen.
This is Tenro's Undead Lord Cleric submission. Also, Xzreth, if you are doing a monk, i wouldn't drop the feat, especially if you are doing the styles. Those use a good chunk of feats.
Would a bluff check be in order To conceal my spell casting ability?
this is Tenro's submission. |