Looking out over the crowd, Uran attempts to spot his teammates, but the crush of Kuo Toans is too thick for a diminutive ranger.
"Well I hope we get the signal soon, or we just might end up a sacrifice after all!"
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Uran follows the Kuo-toan with the others, trying to keep up to the creatures swift waddling-hop.
Working with Carson on his understanding of Undercommon allows Uran to ask questions of their Kuo-Toan "friends".
"You are getting much better at this Carson. Soon we will have you speaking like a denizen of the Underdark."
Uran listens to Carson lay out his plan, and cringes as he hears the many faux pas that litter his explanation. It does not help that he is trying to use the common tongue that does not have some of the same words in undercommon...or the words mean something completely different.
"Well if you can come up with something else, I will back you, but as I said, I think we are going to have to help one way or another..."
Uran takes Carson aside and speaks to him. "While I agree that I would prefer not to get entangled in this religious infighting, I do not think we really have a choice. Either we volunteer, or they volunteer us...at the point of their spears. Perhaps we can get something from the chief by cooperation, but however you look at it, we will be helping."
Uran chuckles as Sen talks about hating caves.
"What is your problem, Ploopploopeen? Is it the heretic followers of the Sea Father?", Uran asks. He translates to common everything he and the Kuo-Toa are saying so all will understand.
Undercommon: Greeting of the Sea Mother to you. I see you have captures some of those despoilers of your faith. We too had an encounter with them, and sent several to their watery grave. We seek a place to recover within your great city. To whom do we need to speak?
While on watch, Uran attempts to gather food (fishing) for the party. Having travelled the waterways of the underdark before, he is knowledgeable in the techniques used to gather food from this environment.
"There are many kinds of food here in the underdark, as well as raw materials to help build tools you might need to survive. I will try to point them out as we encounter them." the gnome says while cleaning his sword.
Uran again strikes out at the Kuo-Toa nearest him, the blessing from Carson steadying his aim. Attack-melee:
Uran once again strikes out at the fishy enemy. Attack-melee:
After relaying the word and seeing they have no effect, Uran prepares to repel the attackers as best he can. Initiative:
Uran calls out to the Kuo-Toa in under common. "Hail to the Sea Mother, Blipdoolpoolp, and her followers. We are pilgrims travelling to the holy city of Sloopdilmonpolp. We represent a number of races of the underdark, including the deep gnomes, dark elves and mushroom people. "
"Be careful. The fish-folk do not take to strangers readily, and can take exception to almost anything."
Investigate:
Uran begins to examine the lake's edge for any tracks.
Knowledge Nature: With his speciality being the underdark, what does Uran know of the Darklake?
Death Save:
Uran grunts in pain as the ax connects. He quickly whips around and attempts to bash the skeleton. Attack-melee:
Uran and Jimjar make room as Sen moves into the front ranks. "A good idea Sen. If we do happen to run into trouble with a Drow patrol, having you out front might make them pause long enough for us to gain an advantage on them. I will stay in front, like a slave-scout protecting his mistress. That way I can also keep an eye out for tracks and such. How does that sound?"
Going to be away after surgery. Please DMPC me for the time being. Hope to be back on the boards soon.
Uran attempts to quietly slip past the guards. Stealth:
Uran follows along, wanting to retrieve his gear and depart this prison.
Uran springs up with sword in hand and slices at one of the Drow. Attack-melee:
Damage:
Uran will sit near the cell entrance, hunched and looking still chained, with the short sword hidden within his hunched form.
MAybe Sen needs to dress in the Drow's clothes, or at least cloak to try and distract them while a few of us sneaky players creep up on them.
"I figure, if the guards are focused on Sen, then maybe a few of us sneaky types could get close and take them out before an alarm sounded. What do you think?"
Uran goes and speaks to the deep gnomes and guarantees their release. Armed with one of the short swords, Uran stalks forward to join the others in planning their escape. "Do you think you could get up close and take them by surprise? I might be able to sneak along, but having them focus on someone else would help a lot!", he says to the half-drow Synna.
Uran moves towards the elf to take one of the blades. "I'll take one, if it is alright with the others." he says while looking over the others to see if anyone else was wanting the weapon.
Attack-melee:
and damage? same as a dagger 1d4?
Taking the piece of flint he found, Uran slashes at the held Drow.
Init:
As soon as the door opens, Uran grabs hold and wretches it open all the way...possibly pulling the Drow into the room?? STR:
Uran sits near the gate to this cage, ready to react when, and if, the Drow takes their bait.
Dex:
"Well I'm halfway there...little help anyone?", he whispers to the group.
Uran looks over to where the voice came from. "Who is that? Come on, show yourself!"
Smiling, Uran approached the diminutive myconid, breathing in the spores of communication as he does. He speaks in the language of the underdark. Undercommon: "Greetings wee one. I am sorry to see you in this place. I will do whatever I can to see you freed from these dark elves. Where is your old home?"
Sorry I did not flesh out my character's background more before we started. Basically he was a guide and scout for travellers moving between the Rock Gnome town on the surface, and the Deep Gnome village in the underdark. I originally was thinking of asking to play a Deep Gnome, but kept it to the "normal" races instead. Think this should work out pretty good.
Deftly palming the piece of flint, Uran whispers to the cleric. "Just over there...an iron bar...see if you can reach it!"
Looking around the cell, Uran attempts to find anything with which he can fashion a weapon. Perception:
Uran shuffles over to the others and joins in the quiet conversation. "Names Uran. I am, or was, a scout for my clan of Rock Gnomes and a village of Deep Gnomes. I lead merchants and patrols between our two settlements, that is until we were ambushed by the Drow and their goblinoid minions. I am well versed in the ways of the underdark. If we get free, I can get us back to the surface, I am sure."
Nodding to the elf in agreement, Uran surveys the room, looking for anything which might help them in their escape. He moves slowly at first, but once warmed up, seems to gain energy and resolve.
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