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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 11, 2014 23:03:38 GMT 1
[OOC: Due to lack of response from Cinders, I'm going to skip a few days as honestly there's not a lot you can do here; Hairah and Fintan will both now make natural healing rolls. Modifiers to Natural Healing: -2 due to no medical attention, -2 due to poor conditions (IE being trapped in a cold, dirty dungeon)... with that said, perhaps unsurprisingly neither of you pass. Feel free to resume discussion after an indeterminate amount of time trapped in the dungeon - food is delivered by virtue of a half-dozen or more crossbowmen ready to stick you with lots of holes and a tray of not enough food being slid in quick, then the door shut and locked again.]
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 12, 2014 4:19:37 GMT 1
[OOC: I sort of figured, perhaps after a response from Cinders, that there'd be a time skip here, because... well, yeah, out of good ideas]
"I really thought they'd have done something by now," Fintan said, turning a tray over in his hands. "It's effort to keep us here. I figured they'd have dragged at least one of us out for a good torture by now."
Trays. Food was being given on trays. Everything that goes into the cell, Fintan figured, was a new resource. If a fairly useless one. Right now they had trays, some wax, a few coins, disgusting fabric, a warhammer, and a body that it was becoming increasing intolerable to share a cell with.
"A pick and a tension tool. That's all I need," Fintan said to himself as he set about smashing one of the trays. Splinters as lockpicks. It was crazy. Unlikely to work. But he was pretty sure sharing a room with a corpse was bad for his health, he was damn sure his wounds were bad for his health, and was starting to suspect that he would die in here, because the jailers were too cautious now to tend to the prisoners properly.
Besides, fancy lockpicks weren't that big a deal. Lock picking wasn't even that hard. All you needed was a tool to put tension on the lock, and something to push the pins down with. The right amount of tension, the pins don't pop back up like they should. They get stuck in the positions needed for the lock to open. Too little tension, they pop all the way back up. To much tension, they get stuck too far down. That was the real trick. Getting the tension right. Fancy tools were just a way to help get the tension right, and make it easier to push the pins down. Any flat sliver, narrow enough to fit in the lock, thick enough not to break, and short enough it wouldn't get in the way of the pick would do. For the pick, anything that could fit in the lock and push the pins down. Anything at all.
[OOC: I know full well this isn't going to work, Fintan is just the type to try every stupid idea he can think of if he has nothing to lose.]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 12, 2014 11:03:04 GMT 1
To everyone's surprise - probably including Fintan, definitely including Hairah - the lock clicked open on Fintan's first try. Hairah's head snapped up as she heard it open, and she whispered, "Keep it closed! Keep it right there, Fintan. We need a plan if we've got the door open..."
[OOC: Since it's been days, obviously everyone's magic is fully recharged.]
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 12, 2014 13:27:17 GMT 1
Fintan nodded and backed away from the door lock, moving to try and unlock Heirah's restraints.
"I don't know the layout of the place... I think trying to sneak out is our best bet, I know we're outnumbered. Some of the larger, sharper wooden fragments might work as shivs if we need them."
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 12, 2014 18:32:49 GMT 1
[OOC: You rolled well enough you now fully understand these locks - you get a +2 to unlock anyone else's shackles (yours and Lemiah's) - putting you at base Lockpicking instead of -2]
Hairah nodded slightly. "I can try to use the warhammer, though my arm still hurts badly. Stealth is probably our best bet... we should check if there are any other cells, though. Anyone else trapped here."
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Nov 12, 2014 23:52:34 GMT 1
"Yes. Stealthily check all the locked, heavily guarded cells. They're not exactly short on men." Mia shot Hairah a tired glare, holding up her bound wrists impatiently, fed up with sharing a cell with untalkative food-hogs. Her head flopped back onto her chest, obscuring her next mutters: "Maybe you could use your dark stuff as a cover, sneak out and look around. As long as we get out of here as soon as we can." The venom in her voice was almost tangible. Notably, she'd spent the past few days on the far side of the cell to the reeking corpse, away from the door, away from freedom. She'd kept enough candles lit to see by, although they were definitely running low, and she was tired of the dank enclosure. Now she just wanted out.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 13, 2014 3:15:35 GMT 1
Fintan moved over to pick the lock on her restraints, even if they were broken from the wall.
"We have to look around anyway. They have our stuff, remember? You want that hood back, right? Besides, the more people we get, the more friends we have in a fight, if it comes to that. I mean, I figure you're wanting allies, or you'd just run off on your own, without either of us. So, more allies, the better things go."
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Nov 14, 2014 20:19:23 GMT 1
Mia glared into her skirt. How had he known she was going to run? And now she couldn't, or he'd be right... Blasted people.
Propping her chin on her knees, she rubbed her sore wrists once they were free. "Then we'd better get out of here. If we rush whoever's outside we can overpower them. Or skulk around, be stealthy, whatever. I just want away from that," she spat, jerking her head towards the rotting carcass.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 14, 2014 21:45:01 GMT 1
Hairah nodded in quick agreement. "Fintan, get your own locks open and let's leave this place behind. Mia's right. Whatever we do, we do it somewhere else."
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 15, 2014 0:21:57 GMT 1
Fintan set to work on his locks, spotting a particularly sharp splinter that he hoped would make a decent shiv if worst came to worse, though he'd rather have his own dagger. And his bow. At least they'd taken out his left eye, it was the one he closed when he was aiming anyway.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 18, 2014 18:19:13 GMT 1
[OOC: Yeah, the lock is open.]
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 18, 2014 22:34:23 GMT 1
Fintan took off his cuffs and flexed his wrists a few times before picking up the sliver of wood he had eyed up as a potential shiv. He moved over to the door, attempting to shroud it in darkness so he could open it enough to see if anyone was in the immediate area, without being noticed. He didn't particularly care how much of an area was darkened, as long as it was large enough to hide him, and dark enough to matter.
[OOC: Roll magic, focus is power]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 20, 2014 22:31:24 GMT 1
[OOC: How many power points? You have ten; assume roughly a 3ft square of complete darkness for each one, dice permitting.]
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 21, 2014 3:24:47 GMT 1
[OOC: Well, from the floor a given building to the roof is typically a little more than six feet, so let's say three power points.]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 21, 2014 21:46:14 GMT 1
[OOC: You passed the first roll but failed the Focus roll - nothing happens, sorry ]
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 21, 2014 23:17:15 GMT 1
Fintan mutter a curse under his breath as he completely failed to get any sort of result. He put it down to the fact that it still felt like someone had removed half his head, and stitched half of a much less healthy person's head in its place. Instead he did his best to silently pull the door open, just enough to check if anyone was around.
[OOC: Roll stealth]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 21, 2014 23:22:20 GMT 1
There were two guards in the dungeon, at a small round table by a set of ugly stone steps leading upwards. A small candle lit the guards and the dog-eared set of playing cards they were gambling with. Besides that, there were two cells gaping wide open, and one immediately to the right of Fintan's that was locked tight.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 21, 2014 23:28:56 GMT 1
Fintan pushed the door nearly closed again, careful that he didn't accidentally lock it.
"Two guards, right by the stairs. There's only one other locked cell on this level to check. My magic doesn't seem to be working great right now, so if they happen to glance over while I'm unlocking it, we're screwed. Any thoughts on a distraction? We got a few coins, right? We could throw one, make a noise somewhere else as a distraction. If they're petty enough, they might fight over the change. I've seen it happen. ... But, that's a pretty dumb plan, so I'm open to better ones."
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Nov 22, 2014 3:10:21 GMT 1
Mia, still feeling rather venomous, leapt to her feet (stumbling a little - she hadn't stood for at least a couple days), and strode the few steps to the door. "I could set them on fire. Maybe scorch their throats, make it harder for them to cry out," she spat, her fingers twitching in anticipation of being out of their little hell.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 22, 2014 3:37:37 GMT 1
Fintan was feeling pragmatic... and perhaps a little extremely vengeful, and the idea was appealing, though he hadn't been sure if Mia would want to be setting more people on fire or not.
"Interesting idea. They do have playing cards. Old, worn, dry playing cards. And a candle, open flame. If the cards were to combust... it'd be a distraction. They might blame it on themselves, thinking the nicked the flame with a card. It could... spread, in spite of their best efforts to put it out. And if would be possible to make it extra smokey, even better. It's hard to cry out, much less breathe, when your lungs are full of smoke."
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Nov 22, 2014 17:45:10 GMT 1
Mia smiled. "Ink makes for such pretty flames." She opened the door slowly, and crouched down to make herself less visible - she was not the stealthiest person. She waited as long as she could stand the danger of being seen, and timed the ignition until one had his cards close-ish to the candle. She had never tried for smoke before, so she tried to make it extra flickery, in case it helped. [OOC: I guess focussing Focus, and if I need MP, just the one - this isn't going to be a huge fire for now. And as a side note: when I was at uni, we burned some Argos catalogues on a bonfire. The fire turned green. Ink makes for some awesome colours ]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 23, 2014 18:10:04 GMT 1
[OOC: One MP to make sure you make a really smoky fire. You actually passed *very* well.]
The card Lemiah had been targeting caught light, as if from the candle. A thick, smoky fire quickly built, flickering green as it engulfed the guards. The distraction certainly worked - Lemiah's lack of stealth went utterly unnoticed. Frankly, she could probably have tapdanced right in front of them and gone unnoticed as one of them dropped the cards on his trousers - and promptly ran screaming upstairs to find a jug of water.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 23, 2014 18:16:56 GMT 1
Fintan grinned and moved to pick the lock on the other door, before the smoke dissipated and things calmed down.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 24, 2014 14:38:52 GMT 1
The lock was old, rusted, and somewhat stiff - fortunately for Fintan, his makeshift lockpicks were proving sturdier than anticipated, and the cell swung open to reveal what looked at a glance to be most of their equipment. It would take a proper search to confirm everything was there, and there looked to be a bag or two that was not theirs.
Upstairs, the screaming guard suddenly fell silent and there was an audible thump on the ceiling above their heads.
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 24, 2014 16:29:44 GMT 1
Fintan poked his head through the door of their cell and hissed. "I found our stuff, come on!" before looking through the bags, specifically hoping to find his dagger and his boots, though he was quite interested in what might be in the other bags.
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