El shrugs at the Viol and parchment, then looks at the chute where the weasel went up. A quick snap to get Andrea's attention then he signs. Language: Sign: Can he actually talk to the weasel? Also if we are headed up that way I have a rope that may help those that don't climb as well. Strange people lobbing pets up mysterious chutes, this place is just getting odder and odder...
As Ellery starts going through bags collecting gear he flashes some hand signs back to Andrea. Language: Sign:
This is how I talk. My name is Ellery,
and am quite happy that someone here can actually communicate. If you could relay my name to the others, though feel free to call me El. The sides of Ellery's mouth twitch in what is probably a happy smile, as he pulls some tools from one of the bags. Followed shortly by a dagger. He also picks up a rapier, shortbow, and some arrows from the chest. Finally pulling out some leather armor, which he quickly squirms into.
Seeing that the party has indeed started Ellery steps into action and takes a five foot step to flank the Doctor before attacking. Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 Assuming the improvised weapon is a light weapon Perception: 1d2 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 1 + (6) = 9 If it hits, bonuses are str and sneak attack
Ellery is an scrawny androgynous looking human. Generally swaddled in a cloak or perhaps it is a discarded burlap bag, either seem a fair guess. Ellery's face is generally smudged with dirt which makes two things stand out: stormy eyes and the piece of leather laced through the lips causing the mouth to be psuedo-sewn shut. Closer inspection will show that the lacing is not new, the holes which it slides through are gauged to prevent them from closing. Ellery's eyes dart around the room quickly taking in the situation and then slowly edges towards the cell door. Ellery's hands makes some quick motions and then proceed to fiddle with the celldoor. Language: Sign: Well we seem to be in quite the f~**ing mess,
anyone know how we got here? Hope someone distracts the wanker so I can get this door open.
Gabe Riviere 825 wrote:
Finally recognizing his companions, Ellery follows Rogelio dashing up the hill. Still scanning for debris that could slow down any pursuit, hands flashing as he runs. For anyone who knows Sign Language: What the hell is going on?
Anyone know where we are going or how to get to a safe place?
DM_Delmoth wrote:
Ellery tries to peer down the two paths hoping that one looks considerably more obstructed than the other. If one looks like it has more debris Ellery will take that route, if they look about equal Ellery takes the left alley. |