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Caveman wrote:
Narrhil's eyes flicker open, his head aching. He sees Tillak and notices that they not alone and he tries to get a look and the third captive tired to the rock...
[OOC: Is the Ring of Warmth gone?]
Narrill's head aches fiercely, but at least he can move his limbs again. He sits in his under things bound with twine to a large boulder next to Tillak, who is struggling with his binds. He can hear another person behind the rock but cannot see.
His fingers are all naked!
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SullyB74 wrote:
Tillak remembers his hands and feet turning that color on the the long nights that he spent on the tundra as a boy, fleeing his village and the wrath of the priest of Cuthulu. Ythaqqa had taken pity on him then as a lost traveler on the tundra. Perhaps he'll take pity on him now as a misbegotten fool that has allowed himself to be captured? The warlock moans and mutters in Norse (hoping that his two companions can understand him), "Are you well? How many of the beast-men are there?" He repeats it in Esquimaux, but he doubts that they can understand that language.
Narrhil looks to answer his friend, he can understand most of the words, but the Coastal twang of Tillak's message somewhat befuddles him.
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Kèet looks at the newcomer bewildered. I’m hallucinating I am. He then attempts to loosen his wrists within the bonds but to no avail. He curses to himself in Pictish then to the man that spoke, inquiring how they got here and do they have food. (Knowing that they don’t and believing he is hallucinating anyway.)
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eakratz wrote:
Kèet looks at the newcomer bewildered. I’m hallucinating I am. He then attempts to loosen his wrists within the bonds but to no avail. He curses to himself in Pictish then to the man that spoke, inquiring how they got here and do they have food. (Knowing that they don’t and believing he is hallucinating anyway.)
Keet can no longer see the two newcomers. The beastmen tied them to the other side of the boulder.
Keet hears one of them speak in unfamiliar tongues.
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Kèet blinks his eyes. “They’re gone!” In the Common tongue. “But I still hear them. Hello?”
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"You are in the same pickle as us, friend," Tillak answers in common.
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Narrhil groans awake, and replies in Esquimaux, then in Common for the benefit of their new comrade.
"Who are you good sir, how did you come to be here?"
[OOC: The cryomancer tries to observe his prison, is there doors, guards, how many guards if so. He will also inquire of their new comrade how long it is before the guards might return with food and water, etc.].
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Kèet coughs. “A pickles. I think I have on in my pack, but I don’t know where that is. Uhm, I’m Kèet.” His voice sounds hoarse and scratchy. As if he isn’t used to speaking. “These crazed hairy beastmen captured me. My party was exploring a burned out church when they killed everyone but me. I don’t know why they kept me. They haven’t done nothing but occasionally untie me and spit chewed meat at me to eat. My sense of time is off but they come….”
[OOC: I’ll let the illustrious referee fill in the rest of my answer :]
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The cryomancer ponders, "if it the same church, it seems to have a lure of doom about it!" He part hisses. "My sympathies for your dilemma but what brought you to such a dismal place. I only arrived at this church, if it be the same one, though I cannot imagine otherwise because I was chased by a pair of giant wolves. But if the fates have drawn us here. I have no knowledge of its reasonings!"
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Is Tillak near a rock? If so, he attempts to start cutting his bonds with it.
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“Treasure. What else, huh? How about you’s guys? You got ambushed in the same way I did it sounds. I’m sorry you’re here but I’m glad all the same. I’ve been here months and don’t know why, they haven’t touched me other than to either tie me up or untie me.”
Kéet will try and wriggle himself to the closest PC and try to gnaw on his bonds with his teeth.
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"Treasure, at the church. What kind of...," Narrhil stops talking, unsure of who else was listening...
In answer to the question from Kéet, the cryomancer explains, "we were captured at the church, we slew half their number, but were overwhelmed, and here we are. I presume we for sacrifice, for there is no other reason to keep us alive?!"
"I am Narrhil Morrtos, once of Khromarium."
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SullyB74 wrote:
Is Tillak near a rock? If so, he attempts to start cutting his bonds with it.
Tillak is bound hand and foot to a large rock. He tries to rub the twine against it.
[Tillak roll d12.]
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eakratz wrote:
“Treasure. What else, huh? How about you’s guys? You got ambushed in the same way I did it sounds. I’m sorry you’re here but I’m glad all the same. I’ve been here months and don’t know why, they haven’t touched me other than to either tie me up or untie me.”
Kéet will try and wriggle himself to the closest PC and try to gnaw on his bonds with his teeth.
[Actually only a few weeks, not months. Keet cannot wriggle anywhere, he is secured fastened to the large rock. And he cannot see who he is speaking with, the other two are on the other side of the rock.]
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Tillak \ / Keet
Narrhill \ _ /
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Iron Ranger wrote:
SullyB74 wrote:
Is Tillak near a rock? If so, he attempts to start cutting his bonds with it.
Tillak is bound hand and foot to a large rock. He tries to rub the twine against it.
[Tillak roll d12.]
1d12:4!
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SullyB74 wrote:
Iron Ranger wrote:
SullyB74 wrote:
Is Tillak near a rock? If so, he attempts to start cutting his bonds with it.
Tillak is bound hand and foot to a large rock. He tries to rub the twine against it.
[Tillak roll d12.]1d12:4!
Tillak cannot maneuver his body around enough to try to break the twine.
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Tillak will continue to try and break it next round. In the meantime, he asks the stranger, "Where are you from, friend?"
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Caveman wrote:
[OOC: The cryomancer tries to observe his prison, is there doors, guards, how many guards if so. He will also inquire of their new comrade how long it is before the guards might return with food and water, etc.].
Hi Iron, not sure you saw this post...
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Caveman wrote:
Caveman wrote:
[OOC: The cryomancer tries to observe his prison, is there doors, guards, how many guards if so. He will also inquire of their new comrade how long it is before the guards might return with food and water, etc.].
Hi Iron, not sure you saw this post...
The small fire nearby doesnt cast enough to see its size.
You hear an argument of voices but its far off and echoey.
The stranger tied to the other side of the lage boulder is unsure of when they last gave him a scrap, 2 days maybe, he says.
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Narrhil waits till Tillak can break through his bounds. The muscular Warlock was one of great strength, perhaps one of the strongest men he had seen.
[OOC: So, I got an image of Tillak as a cross between Subotai and Conan, Str 18? ]