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Post by GravityEmblem on Oct 16, 2021 4:27:07 GMT -8
Migor and Iroas awake in the same dingy prison they freed the delegation member from, with Savra sitting by their side. Their weapons are all gone, as is their armor, and Migor is wearing what can only be described as a glove of metal finger traps. He can barely wiggle them, let alone cast a spell with somatic components. They have not gone to far as to gag him, luckily.
"Good, you're awake," growls Jurth. "I was getting tired of just insulting Salt, here."
"My name's Savra..." she corrects.
"SHUT UP, SALT GIRL!"
It appears the Black Earth is taking no chances, as Jurth and Drool seem to have been standing over them for quite a while. Jurth has the keys back on his belt.
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 16, 2021 8:45:52 GMT -8
Well. That wasn't a new exprience.
Urzayrra did expriements to test his limits.
"Why salt?" He ask trying to open a conversation and maybe find later an opening for negotations and deceptions.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Oct 16, 2021 10:01:23 GMT -8
"She looks like she'd taste good with salt," Drool chuckles. Savra shivers.
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 16, 2021 11:39:18 GMT -8
Migor chuckle.
"Pff. Everything taste better with salt. And sulfur! Especialy itsy tiny bite sized kobolds!"
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Post by GravityEmblem on Oct 16, 2021 14:24:28 GMT -8
Savra gives Migor an annoyed look, but makes no objection.
"Oh, oh yeah!" Drool says, drooling. "Do you have any sulfur?"
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Post by Daos on Oct 16, 2021 14:26:43 GMT -8
Iroas groans in pain as he comes to. "Is everyone...alright?" he asks of his companions.
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(OOC: What's our status, in terms of HP and spells?)
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 16, 2021 14:52:46 GMT -8
"For me, it's just like home, god-servant human" Migor answer.
"I am sure I have left the sulfur.. somewhere..'
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Post by GravityEmblem on Oct 19, 2021 4:43:01 GMT -8
"I'm less harmed than you two," Savra says, shaking her head. She whispers to him, "I don't know why the guards didn't bind you, too--you're a spellcaster, aren't you?" She shakes her head. "Well, we do have an ace up our sleeve--I have a few weak spells that I can cast, which they aren't suspecting."
"Somewhere in your pocket, or at home?" asks a very eager Drool.
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Post by Daos on Oct 19, 2021 13:30:59 GMT -8
"Likely because they didn't see me cast anything--nothing that worked, anyway," Iroas says quietly. He takes stock of the area around him, absorbing all the necessary details. "I had no idea you knew any spells, my lady. Are they anything that can help us get out of here?"
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(OOC: Just our weapons and armor were taken? What about our packs and pouches?)
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Post by GravityEmblem on Oct 20, 2021 5:13:08 GMT -8
"A spell of quick movement, and one of slow falling--and some Cantrips," Savra answers.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
[The pouches and packs are taken, too--but you can see them sitting in the corner of the jail, guarded by Drool.]
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Post by Daos on Oct 20, 2021 14:27:16 GMT -8
Iroas thinks on this. "If I can paralyze them, can you manage to get the key from here?" he quietly asks Savra.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Oct 22, 2021 4:27:32 GMT -8
Savra frowns. "Can you paralyze both at once, though? I think you'd need a pretty strong spell to paralyze the Ogre, anyway...well, Migor is pretty small, he might be able to slip through the bars. But he'd have to get lucky, and the guards would have to be dealt with."
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 22, 2021 5:11:55 GMT -8
"I'm less harmed than you two," Savra says, shaking her head. She whispers to him, "I don't know why the guards didn't bind you, too--you're a spellcaster, aren't you?" She shakes her head. "Well, we do have an ace up our sleeve--I have a few weak spells that I can cast, which they aren't suspecting." "Somewhere in your pocket, or at home?" asks a very eager Drool. Migor keep with his blabbering hoping for an opening |
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Post by GravityEmblem on Oct 22, 2021 8:42:45 GMT -8
"Oh, I can just unlock those--" Drool starts, before Jurth smacks him.
"He's trying to escape, you idiot!"
"But the sulfur..." Drool whimpers.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Oct 26, 2021 5:01:29 GMT -8
Jurth shakes his head. "If he really has sulfur, he can show us when we take him out for mining--as long as we watch him very carefully."
"Uh...when's that?" Drool asks.
"After breakfast."
"...when's break--"
"NOW!" Jurth screams. "What's taking them so long!? Ugh...you watch the prisoners while I go check. Do NOT let them out, do NOT unshackle them. Understand?" Drool nods. The second Jurth is out of earshot, he whispers,
"Can you promise not to cast a spell?" to Migor.
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