Dead Nightmares

[GoblinNerd27]

It was a dark...the noises of wood creaking and dirt crunching under something heavy. The sound of horses neighing as the sounds of two men talking provide most of the noise you hear. As you try to move your remind that your in shackles. You open your eyes to see several people chained up and bound like yourself. some look like they are well equipped compared to others. there is a total of 10 prisoners in this carriage. What do you do?

 

[Lich]

As I slowly regrain conciousness, the first things I notice are the irregular movements of my body, followed by the sensation of hitting a hard surface. Slight pain follows and so I slowy become more and more aware of the pain cursing through my wrists, back and lower body. Every sensations is rather dull and feels unreal, which is when I fully grasp the meaning of these circumstances . . .


" URGH - "


My body jerks upwards and my eyes opening wide, as I gasp for air, looking around in confusion. I can barely recall my last memories, not to mention the reason I ended up in here.


Scanning my surroundings I quickly become aware of the rusty chains, rubbing of the flesh on my wrist and my surrounding. Besides me nine other people seem to be in similar states, but they do not particularly interest me. For now I need to get more informations on my current circumstance and find a way out of here. Leaning back once again, lowering my head and trying to avoid making any sounds I close my eyes and concentrate. I can see rather bad from my position, the guy next to me blocks part of my view to the front and unbearable soreness of my muscles and general pain won't allow me to turn my head to the left, yet. I don't even try to fix my posture, instead I focus on whats important.


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Perception (8) check - 15 how many non-prisoner can I sense (hear, see, smell) if any at all.


[dice]10317[/dice]


OOC: I would like a small note on the carriage and if our hands are chainned behind our back or in front. Also are our legs chainned?

 

[GoblinNerd27]

You hear the two guards up front who are driving the carriage and the sounds of horses. the rest are prisoners like yourself. The chains are tight together and the shackles are rusty but firm. you are bound with your hands in front of you, but you notice that your weapons if any are gone. the one thing that you note is the eerie silence that follows as the guards stop talking. the noise of leaves crunching as that tells you in some sort of forest path.

 

[Orikanyo]

"...So you are alive..." I state as the man beside me seems to come alive form his sleep, he was so pale it almost seemed that he was dead, I had seem my fair share of half elves, perhaps heard even more being made, but this man was pale as a faint blanket of snow. "Move your body, let your blood flow lest the cold take you or your limbs." as much as I didn't give to much of a damn about him, the man seemed.. scrawny... Like a strong wind could blow him off a cliff.


i was still relatively warm, thankful that they didn't take my clothing along with my arms. "...it is silent... An ill omen in a forest, even at night, something must be happening..." I state as I try to remember what could be lurking around here, or possibly could have silences a forest so heavily. They themselves weren't making enough noise to scare off everything, even the two guardsmen up front weren't to loud.. and horses weren't exactly the most terrifying thing this side of the world.. unless you account a heavy warhorse... could kick a man's head right off his shoulders if they caught you.


Now... where are we?


[dice]10319[/dice]


[dice]10320[/dice]

 

[GoblinNerd27]

there is a faint muttering from one of the normal looking prisoners. He is a 70 year old human who seems to be fiddling with a wooden necklace that has some sort of reptile like creature as its image presents. The only things that could be heard through his muttering is, " i did nothing...they will here this...may the strong find their death"


@Orikanyo Your not sure about this forest in any knowledge about it personally, but its surprisingly humid being this far out, and you know the forests name is the forest of shadows. The closest cities and other land marks are as follows. Himinster a small city that's 209 miles away up north of the forest which sits on the edge of the danain desert, in 135 miles down southwest of the forest is the city iraford which is next to a forest known as the blighted vale. and the forest it self covers at least 1,824 miles of forest.

 

[TechnoParadox]

Hedric Stelstrolm

Hedric grunted as the monotonous sound of hooves striking the hard, padded earth continued. He had to admit, he couldn't really blame anyone other than himself for getting into this situation. Secretly attending a dragon cultist ceremony? That was a pretty dumb idea but his curiosity had won over his sensibility and now here he was, in a prison carriage with other criminals. He wondered what each of them had done. They could possibly be serial killers, thieves, and all of them were heading to the same place he was. He knew had to get out of here, he was not going to be stuck in a building with these people. With this, plans began to form within his mind...


After a few minutes of thinking, Hedric let out a sigh of exasperation as a realization struck him. All of his ideas required the aid of the other prisoners. He wasn't going to get out of this alone and that brought a scowl to his face. He had always liked doing things alone, it was more efficient that way. He didn't have to worry about accidently hitting a friendly or a teammate doing something stupid. Despite this however, he knew certain situations required teamwork and he wasn't going to be stubborn about it. Hoping that the two guards were busy talking, he looked over at the tall and muscular human who was sitting beside a scrawny half-elf. "Hey you, yes you."

 

[Lich]

Two-men, that's all. My rather long, elven ears twitch as they perceive the sound of the two guards. I would have listened some more, but a voice disturbs me. The carriage stops and the men apparently move away from the carriage so i relax, but still . . . how annoying.


I let out a sigh, then turned to face the man to my right. Surprisingly, unlike most of the prisoners in here he doesn't seem all that worried about himself, but yet he doesn't seem to be one of those unreasonable optimist either. His face is a blank page, devoid of a smile or the expected shimmer of care in his eyes, and his calmness . . . impressive considering the circumstance. I could probably use him.


"Impressive. Not clinging to life? Or confident?" I present him with a broad smile, revealing my teeth. "Or stupid?"


I laugh a bit.


The scars on my face stretch accordingly and I am all to aware of them once again as the movement of flesh made these old wounds burn up once again, but I don't mind. My bloodshot eyes rest on the strangers muscular frame. Going by his features he didn't appear to be a farmer, his teeth were to well kept. A well built young man, that takes proper care of his corpse and is calm when standing one foot in the grave. A fighter is always useful . . .


I can't quite stop my hands from shaking, the excitement and cold is getting the better of me.


Hearing the footsteps of the guards distance themselves even further I realize, I awoke at just the right time.


As I pierce the frail skin of my upper lip with one of my teeth and taste the blood dripping into my mouth, I thank the red mistress. Then I straighten my posture, sit up properly and inspect.


Surprisingly, there seemed to be only one broken soul withing the carriage, an old, frail Dragon Cultist, holding his necklace and uttering nonsense. He was the only one useless, although there were few more broken ones, they at least weren't overcome with despair yet. Broken, yes, but most likely still clinging enough to life that they would at least provide some distraction.


I tap into my inner well of magic, white, pure arcane energy drips of my fingertips and slowly mold into shape on my lap, as it forms into something that could only be described as a ribcage. The product is finished and only two more fingers produce the substance, which is drawn into length, then come undone with a `plop´ sound. Holding two rather small sticks in my chained hands and a ribcage in my lap I smile into a mass of confused faces.


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Cantrip used - Create Instrument - 3 minutes remaining

 

[Orikanyo]

"...All three." I smirked abit, but quickly died back into my firm stoicness, this man though... Self injury... magic aswell... a sorcerer? Possible... but both they and bards are strange in their ways... However with the other man now calling to me I give him my gaze, again another stringy type... Just what kind of folk did they stash me with? "...What is it? I do not have food on me if that is what your looking for..." i took a guess at what he wanted, but took a look at the strange man's finished products.


"...I cannot being to imagine what your planning to do with that... Don't tell me you are going to..." I raised my eyebrow to the strange man who was now the proud owner of a ribcage and two sticks... I could guess what he was going to do with them. And now an old man was mumbling something about the strong finding their death... I rubbed my creased brows in my frustration, there had to be some sane soul here.


I awaited the beckoning man's words as I examined the others, a.. rather cute looking young lady and what appeared to be a... "...A goblin... A bloody goblin... i do fear we aren't heading for a prison, but a circus tent."

 

[TechnoParadox]

Hedric Stelstrolm

"You want to get out right?" he asked stone-faced, not showing any emotion. Before he got to continue, Hedric's attention suddenly shifted towards the half-elf near him as he materialized a rib cage and held two small sticks in his hands. He raised his eyebrows as the half-elf gave the other prisoners a cheeky smile. Hedric was confused at first but then turned his mouth into a grin. He realized that the rib cage was an instrument, which probably meant this half-elf was a bard of some sort. He couldn't help but chuckle at this as he examined the rib cage. If this guy is a bard and he has an instrument... He returned his gaze back to the half-elf and met his eyes.


"You know how to use that pretty well I'm assuming?" Hedric asked as he realized their situation wasn't as precarious as he originally thought. This bard could probably kick up some nice spells with that thing, not to mention that he could've as well if he wasn't in shackles. Fricken somatic movements, if only I wasn't in shackles, he thought as he turned his head to look at some of the other members in the carriage. There was a goblin. A goblin. His smile quickly turned into a frown at this. Not only were his experiences with goblins unpleasant, he knew the nature of them, and what they liked to do. Once again, very unpleasant.


His gaze then proceeded to shift towards another woman, who seemed to be dressed pretty nicely. His brows as furrowed as he realized her attire was probably of a clerics. He knew enough about clerics to know that they mostly worshipped good gods, as well as paladins. A cleric certainly shouldn't be in a prison carriage, she should be a shrine or something, praying. What was she doing here?

 

[GoblinNerd27]

The guards were talking out loud as they sat down and started to cook their meals. The quickly brought out the travel bread and mugs of water. They seemed to argue who would take the rations to the prisoners. They ended having t settle this with a strange game that involved slamming your fist down on your hand and making strange symbols with their hands that meant something. one of them threw their hands in their hands in the air as he picks up the bread and water going round to the back of the carriage


"Alright you pieces of shit its feeding time. we still got a long way to go to himinster" he says feeding the bread through the bars and the mugs to each prisoner.


"share the bread and the water...we don't want you dead before we get you freaks to your new home hehe"

 

[Sherwood]

Andarra finally wakes up to a massive throbbing pain in her head. As she shifts about, a low groan of pain slips out of her. One hand tries to go up to her head to probe the source of the pain, but her hands are both chained up. She opens her eyes and looks about at the wagon, taking in details of the prisoners, the guards, and their surroundings. Her memory of the bandits attacking her starts to come back. Damn. At least I still have my clothes. That's something positive out of all of this. As the bread and water comes her way, Andarra gratefully takes a small sip of the water and a piece of bread. Her mind is racing as she begins to examine the shackles. Perhaps i can slip my way out and free these others. Even without my crossbow or quarterstaff, I can still fight. She looks up at the others. "Where are we? Why am I locked up like a common thief?"

Spoiler

0 = Light, Read Magic, Resistance


1 = Bane, Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Shield of Faith


Fire Bolt x8


Going to make a Perception roll, followed by a Escape Artist roll to see if I can slip my hands out of the cuffs or pick them somehow.


[dice]10332[/dice]


[dice]10333[/dice]

 

[Lich]

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I stiffened my ears. I heard footsteps approaching the carriage, appeared to be only one guard returning thou. This would cause me to change plans, but it didn't matter.


A small comotion stirred up inside the carriage, once again. I ignored it, there is something else I have to focus on now.


A faint sound, as if a bell (or something similar) had been struck, sounded through the night. A second note followed and afterwards more followed, faster now, creating a soft melody, pleasant to the ear. I tried my best not to play my instrument to loudly, barely playing loud enough for everyone in the carriage to hear, while concentrating on the Guard which was now visible through the iron bars.


The melody I played was one of my harmless songs, called "Whispers in the Night", quite fitting for the circumstances, if I may say so myself. Although the melody seemed to swallow all other sound for a second, what was special about it was something entirely else.


My fingernails, glowing faintly in a flickering white and black scheme, consistently leaked pure magical energy into the sticks, which acted as a conductor. Each hit on the instrument released said energies, not into thin air, but indirectly weaving it into the sonic vibrations caused by the impact. This was not visually recognizable, neither audible, for anyone but the guard. Faint whispers would fill his head, speaking calmly to his mind, telling him, in foreign languages, to relax. He would without noticing lose control of his body, finding himself unable to take his eyes of my instrument, unable to even raise a finger.


IF my performance were to have an effect, I would keep my eyes affixed on my prey, talking out loudly, in a calm voice: " Everybody, stay calm. I am keeping this guard thoughtless for the moment, don't do anything funny now, you don't want to disturb this gentleman to listening, do you?!" My words were an obvious threat towards everyone present, telling them not to interfere with my actions.


As I kept my performance going, repeating the melody from the beginning, once I played the last note, I ushered a single word. "A hz h-ul" The wording was weird, not to mention no one present would be able to understand me talking in Necril, which was partly why I used this language to cast my next spell. I was by no means a poser, but for the sake of convenience I had to present myself mysteriously and powerful, it would be troublesome if my fellow inmates weren't to realize their position.


Anyways, as the word had left my lips, a powerful vibration left my instrument, almost transparent (barely visible) and shaped like a small blade, it would curve in mid-air and hit one of the chain-links connecting my neighbours handcuffs. (Sorry if my last sentence is worder weirdly, what i am doing is hitting Orikanyos' characters shackle in the weakest point with magix, trying to break them)


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Bardic Performance - 24/25

Spoiler

: At 1st level, a bard can use his performance to cause the Guard to become fascinated with him. Each creature to be fascinated must be within 90 feet, able to see and hear the bard, and capable of paying attention to him. The bard must also be able to see the creatures affected. The Distraction of a nearby combat or other dangers prevents the ability from working. For every three levels a bard has attained beyond 1st, he can target one additional creature with this ability.


Each creature within range receives a Will save (DC 16) to negate the effect. If a creature’s saving throw succeeds, the bard cannot attempt to fascinate that creature again for 24 hours. If its saving throw fails, the creature sits quietly and observes the performance for as long as the bard continues to maintain it. While fascinated, a target takes a –4 penalty on skill checks made as reactions, such as Perception checks. Any potential threat to the target allows the target to make a new saving throw against the effect. Any obvious threat, such as someone drawing a weapon, casting a spell, or aiming a weapon at the target, automatically breaks the effect.


If succesful =


Bardic Performance 2 -23/25





At 3rd level, the sound striker bard can spend 1 round of bardic performance as a standard action to direct a burst of sonically charged words at a creature or object. This performancedeals 1d4 + 3points of damage to an object, or half this damage to a living creature.


Target = Orykanyos handcuffs (if possible the chain connecting both metallic wrist piece-thingies as that should have the lowest hit points)


Damage: 4


[dice]10334[/dice]


OOC: okay guys, lets hope goblin fails his will save, otherwise the next bit could suck ^^'

 

[GoblinNerd27]

@Sherwood You see many strange people but the one that sticks out is the strange pale man who has a...ribcage like instrument and as the guard is about to yell at him he seems to slump as he smiles listening to the music. The thing that catches your eyes the most is that only three of the prionsers are wearing commoner clothing while the rest are not in the sense "common" looking.


for your sleight of hand you manage to grab the keys from the guard as he seems to be distracted by the eerie music.


@Lich the guard attempts his will save


[dice]10336[/dice]


And he fails


you successfully break the shackles on you

 

[Orikanyo]

"...I have multiple questions.. I'll ask them later." I shook my head at the small display but it was time for action, not words..in truth i was better at the former anyways. Turning my head to the now... fascinated guard.. gods he looked like an absolute fool, honestly could he atleast spare himself some dignity? He was drooling as well... how could I let myself be captured by such idiocy.


While I gave my arms and fingers a good stretch I began to look over the guard from a distance, if I could grab his key ring I could get us out of here... I just need to act carefully to not alert him to my machinations, as long as I don't hurt the guy he wont come at me I think. leaning closer the the bars I examine the guard as he was closer to the bars, hopefully they are in an easy to reach spot.


*kachink* "...Well... guess I needn't both then.." I sat back down and awaited for our time of escape.

 

[Sherwood]

Spoiler

I was under the impression that I had the keys with my Sleight of Hand roll?

With the keys in hand, Andarra carefully works them into the lock and releases her shackles. Then, while keeping an eye on the mesmerized guard, she goes to the others one at a time and unlocks them, too. In a quiet voice as so not to disturb the spell, she says, "Where are we? Last I remember, I was attacked by bandits and now I wake up here."

 

[vinom]

Boomhiltcha has a massive headache, not unexpected given she was rendered unconscious via a pommel striking the back of her head, and it felt like she was beat a little afterwards by those racist guards. The tall, pastel green goblin girl blinked her amber eyes, looking around. Her scarlet hair was a mess of course, but that wasn't unexpected. They at least allowed her to keep her clothes, rather then stuff her in some unflattering sack cloth garb. This goblin was easily the most attractive member of the breed you've ever seen. Far more astetically pleasing body proportions and lack of wrinkly skin. Of course, she still have mouthful of, surprisingly white, sharp teeth.


She looked around, seeing the prison cage cart, the other prisoners, and the dumbfounded guardsmen. She watches the human woman unlock her shackles, and smirks, her mouth far wider then an ordinary humanoid her size would have. "Jail break time?" She asked casually to her newest gal-pal, as if they were discussing the something casual, like the hunky pale bard's performance.

 

[Sherwood]

In a quiet voice, Andarra says to the goblin, "So it would seem. Are you injured?" After everyone is freed, she looks to the door of the wagon. Is it locked also?

 

[Lich]

My orders were ignored, and now, standing in front of me was the woman that casually reached through the iron bars, taking the keys off the soldier. Even though I said to stay away . . .


"You foolish woman, didn't I tell you now to touch the guard!?" My voice was slightly infuriated, but it was when she reached for my shackled, trying to unlock them that I really wen't verbal at her. "FUCK OFF!" As I utter these words, another sonic blade escapes my play and flies past the womans' face, barely missing but forcing her to distance herself from me, then returning towards myself and breaking the shackles chains as before. "In the name of all damned 13th, can't you see I am busy here? Go open the door already."


Pissed, my face reflecting my emotions, I would turn towards the little prison group:


"Once we are out I will take care of the guards, I need a meatshield and don't you guys dare to take off!"


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Bardic Performance - 22 - Maintaining Fascinate


Bardic Performance - 21 - Wordstrike

 

[vinom]

Boomhiltcha was about to explain her headache, when the bard went off on the kind woman. She'd have to give him quite the tongue lashing later. For now, she ran to the door, grabbing the keys from her new friend on the way. She moves quickly to see if any of them unlock the door... With a lot of time, she might be able to squeeze through the bars, but the larger prisoners couldn't, and she was hedging on one of them knowing where there were in comparison to civilization.

 

[GoblinNerd27]

Everyone make as perception check!

 

[Lich]

[dice]10345[/dice] =17

 

[Orikanyo]

PERCEPTION POWERS ACTIVATE


[dice]10349[/dice]

 

[Sherwood]

Roll for Andarra


[dice]10351[/dice]

 

[vinom]

Roll for Boomhiltcha


[dice]10352[/dice]

 

[GoblinNerd27]

@Sherwood you didn't realize it at first but when you look at the exposed ground there are very light paw prints. almost as if something did wander by in this direction.


@everyone, you see the cleric looking down at the ground for some reason, but all of hear a single noise that disrupts the silence. a single caw from a bird on a branch above you. Its a crow definitely but its seems...off as it seems to have a little bit of what looks like black smoke coming off it. you can barely tell any specific detail on it but it cocks it head to the side and caws again.