To Hell And Back

[Left Out]

You awake to find yourself locked in a dark dank cell. the only light , that of an eerie glow coming from the stair well leading to whom knows where. all around, you can hear screams and screeches of some sort echoing throughout the small enclosed room.
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your effects are gone, and your just now waking up when the door opens and a strange humanoid being enters the room swathed in shadows. 
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"three hours...And then you will die. executed on orders of The sixth lord of the demon realm."
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it hisses, then laughs a cold chilling laugh and disappears back up the stairs
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[Left Out]

It's been six hours since you woke up and you can still hear the sounds of tortured screams, the air smells of rotting flesh and sulfur and you seem to be getting weaker with each passing hour(-1 on strength for every hour you're in the dungeon) At first i seems all is lost and your death may await you. until...keys rattle in a locks suddenly your cells are popped free, he rusty iron grinding against each other like the grinding of teeth. 
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and then all is quiet...no screams, no groaning, no sound at all. just deafening silence...
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@Umbrie
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@Sleipnir
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@Hel
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@Voltsung
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[Umbrie]

the half-fey youth stepped out of her cell. she appeared to be not much more than a child. well, not possibly much older than 12. again, she gave her usual complaint. with tears running down her cheeks, she had been crying for 6 hours since she awakened. "i did nothing wrong, that murder was the result of humans trying to frame me. you can subject me to divination for proof." she was defending her innocence. and she knew she wasn't the one whom committed those murders. "i want to have my sisters back." she seemed quite chatty for a child. she was helpless and the first one to be escorted. a sickly little girl whom appeared especially sickly. though her eyes were adapted to the darkness, it seemed her sickly body was getting sicklier as she progressed through the dungeon. even the energy of youth did little to ave her.


((do we start tracking strength penalties now or are we already at -6? and is that to the strength score or to strength rolls? and what happens at 0? zero strength is usually unconsciousness. i mean, you might have overestimated our ability to recover from attribute loss. attribute loss in 5e is generally nonexistent short of a few extremely high level temporary effects. i mean, 2 hours isn't a lot of time to clear a dungeon. you might want to Slow down the temporary strength loss a bit. not all of us are very strong. plus, any form of long term stat penalty is bound to murder a first level character.))

 

[Voltsung]

Korvin didn't notice at first when the doors opened.  After his various insults and constant slamming against the door hadn't worked, the youth had done the only other thing that came to mind; go back to sleep.  However, creaking of the door woke him up from his slumber.  The reddish-brown haired man slowly sat up, surprised by how weak he felt, "Ugh... HEY!" He managed to yell out as he scrambled to his feet.  Despite being weakened, he charged towards the door without a second thought.  Even though he was weakened, the tall young man still had some fight in him.  As long as it was just one guard, he at least had a chance. he was innocent!  And any chance was worth taking now; he wasn't about to die in some creepy dungeon for a crime he didn't even commit.  Or any crime, for that matter.

 

[Hel]

The cleric looked up from his place in the cell as the door creaked open. He had been humming to himself most of the time, and listening to the others. This was not the first dungeon he'd been locked in, but with every passing hour he grew more concerned that it would be his last.


Perhaps concern was not the correct word... it was more of an awareness, truth be told, he wasn't the sort to worry about things like life and death and future.


As the door creaked open, he heard pleading and cursing. He mentally noted that they, at least, were likely to be on their way to loose their heads. That's how people about to die act. He moved to the front of his cage, hesitantly, uncertain if there was anyone else about.


"Tavia?" He asked, realising how dry his throat has become.

Sleipnir

 

[Left Out]

(In response to Umbrie ok so I'm measuring time by turns. So after very one has posted and I have to that's 1 round which is equal to 5 minutes, and yes I shortened it to fit the time frame, so essentially if you posted 12 times, that's 1 hour. And then that's a -1 on strength. So if you had say 10 for strength it would take you 120 posts for you to fall unconscious. And don't worry I will give opportunities for you to regain strength as well, via strength potion, object or food etc. )

 

[Left Out]

Out of the shadows stepped a tall Drow,her dark vicious eyes guarded and cold, a dark inky cloak coddled her shoulders as she slowly sunk forward, in her hands she wielded a sickle that seemed to gleam in the dark confines of their dungeon. beside her a panther slunk just as silently , its muzzle was a light ashy color like that of it's mistress,, its body was covered in glossy black fur, a few patches and scars littered the otherwise sleek fur. ivory claws made a clicking sound as they unsheathed themselves and scratched almost impatiently at the cold stone , a low growl slid from the panthers throat at the small fey that whined about injustice and moved to far forward.
"halt. I am here to escort you to your execution." she hissed, her dark eyes flashing viciously as she crossed her sickle, causing it to create a blockade between the only path and her.​

 

[Umbrie]

Umbrie faced the drow, affixing her gaze upon her. "is an innocent child whom has been framed for a crime she never committed truly deserving of death?" she would curiously ask in an innocent tone. the noble blooded child was an Aspiring Spellcloak, but she wasn't a member of the Spellcloaks yet. the Spellcloaks themselves, generally trained the most desperate of children to gather and exchange information of the precious and taboo variety. not that she was yet anywhere near ready to do such a thing. she was a ?Nyxad, but she appeared not too different from a wealthy human child with lightly tapered ears. not even a full elf point and still human length. pale, and apparently sickly. she appeared to be one easily prone to collapse here. somebody in desperate need of escape. those murders she was framed for, were the fault of the Slave traders who tried to frame her as punishment for escaping when they sought to sell her mother and sisters into slavery as fey maids for a more appropriate way to put things, though Sword Scabbard would be a more literal way to put it.

 

[Sleipnir]

Tavia, too, woke a bit at the sound of her name being called. She was immediately aware of the surroundings being unfamiliar. What was she doing in a cell? Alarmed, she sat up and looked around as well, spotting her companion in another cell. "Cleric!" she snapped a bit harshly, "What did you do!? How'd we get in here?" She listened to the others. Were they lying? Or truly innocent? Perhaps for once, she and her companion weren't actually in a cell because of something the cleric had done? That seemed ridiculous to her; she knew of no wrong doing on her own part, but the ranger would not be surprised if the cleric's antics had gotten them both trapped here.

 

[Hel]

"Wait," the cleric asked the drow standing before them, "Do you mean all of us, or just the girl? I think there must be a mistake here, if dear miss Tal is to be joining us. While I have done enough to believe my lot here, I don't believe sweet Tal is even capable of that which may end her on death row," The Cleric's voice was thin at first, but quickly grew strength as it came back to him. He did not sound angry, nor desperate, his tone was one of patience, as though he were simply clearing up a misunderstanding in one of his classes back at the school.

As he spoke, the cleric did stand, and moved to the front of the cell to look around and assess the condition of the others. He'd concidered trying to sneak out, but knew that would likely end in blood- if not now then later. Besides, he had to remember Tal, and that panther didn't seem too friendly.

He'd heard his companion ask him her questions with that ever so demanding tone but chose to turn a deaf ear to her inquiry.

Left Out

 

[Umbrie]

Left Out ((whose turn is it?))

 

[Left Out]

((I was waiting on voltsung...but I don't think he's going to reply))

 

[Hel]

*Is sad everything she joins dies*