Repent from your Wicked Ways(WotW) (Inactive)

Game Master True Repentance

In the kingdom of Talingarde, many crimes may send you to Branderscar Prison, but the sentence has but one meaning. You are wicked and irredeemable. Each of you received the same greeting when you arrived. You were held down by rough hands and branded upon the arm with a runic F. The mark signifies ‘forsaken’ and the painful scar is indelible proof that each of you has betrayed the great and eternal love of Mitra and his chosen mortal vassals.

For each of you, your old life is over. For each of you, hope is a fading memory. For each of you, justice will be fairly meted. And who can blame fair Talingarde after what each of you has done?

You are chained in a line together. legs are all connected to one long chain. Arms are seperately chained to the wall behind. How do you handle your impending doom? Kgo. You can sit or stand but otherwise you are stuck where you are.

GGGGGGGGGRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh.
A snarling sound seems to come from the deep breast of this woman. A very beautyful woman, even with all the black spots, dirt and dressed in prison rags, her grace is remarkable. At the same time she has something about her that seems odd, you can´t tell what though. She seems a bit desparate, trying to wiggle out of the shackles from time to time what already got her wrists bloody. The branded "F" seems especially odd on her skin and it gives off the smell of burnt fur and hair.

As the men branded him Wade cackled, embracing the pain, it would be but one more level of pain and humiliation he would bring to them in return, this was especially unnerving as his skin seemed to take longer to brand fire resist two soon he is deposited next to the furred woman, as you look up you see a stunning example of male beauty, with an undercurrent of unnerving-ness, the man is tall, broad shouldered with a square jaw. His hair appears to be made of gold of the purest degree, and he seems to have a slight glow about him. If you look closely you see his veins show up more sharply than you would think is strictly healthy, but then health isn't much of a concern where you are, if you don't look too close you'd say he was an angle but then he looks you in the eyes and his eyes are a deep blood red something you'd expect on a demon or a vampire.

Avyanna was no stranger to manacles and chains, but she was not use to the one being in them. She hadn't bothered with her illusion here, she didn't care what these people thought of her.

She had to laugh at how long it took them to finally brand her, very nearly pushing her in the fire itself and having to hold the brand against her skin for minutes instead of seconds. Fire Resist +5 Even her very skin was fighting against them.

She also liked the idea of being at the 'front' of the line, being at one of the very ends of the chain of prisoners. When it came to herself in situations, she was quick to notice anything that stroked her self-importance.

Her tail lashing gave away how frustrated, well more like furious, she was.

She looked around. She could practically lean on the bars to her right, through which she could see the neighbouring cell, which was empty as far as she could tell. To her left, the rest of the prisoners, the one directly after her being much taller than she was (not as if that was hard). She had no idea what he could be, but he had a strong air of other-worldliness around him.

For reasons unknown she felt a small connection, other than the one around their ankles, and yet was repelled at the same time.

She heard something akin to growling further down. Surprisingly, the more she looked around the more comfortable she felt with her own appearance. None of these creatures came across as obviously human.

Charisma: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 check to see how well they take her comment
"Perhaps when we escape from here, we should start a circus. I dare say we'd draw quite the crowd."

She smirked to herself. Somehow, she believed that everyone in here would rather face their punishment than become a carnival worker.

She poked the man next to her with her tail.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 to see if he'll actually work with her and share plans

"Any ideas, handsome? I'm open to pretty much anything at this point" she said, giving a charming smile.

Kana begins to sing a spiteful song in a language you probably don´t understand.

It was her guess that they were all chained together because they either came in at the same time, or there was something in common with all of them. Whichever it was, it was not relevant yet. The brand on her arm still hurt, but she had been hurt worse before, so she pushed it out of her mind as best she could. At least the windows were fewer, here.

As she usually did, she pulled on the chains binding her wrist, slacking, relaxing, and pulling again. Her muscles were visible in the strain, though her skin was an odd color if the lighting was anything to go by. Each repetition harder than the other, until she had reached a set number, then relaxed. The song she couldn't understand was tuned out as best she could, and she looked at the rest along the chain. They all had the same brand, so she figured that they would be dealt with quickly-- as quickly as she would be dealt with, most likely.

The question that she was constantly overturning in her head was what she should be doing. The travel to this prison was long, uncomfortable, and well-guarded, so she knew she was very far from what she considered "home". While she did not plan to go quietly to her death, she was still at a loss as to what to do, should she escape. Admittedly, vengeance was a pleasant thought, but this cell was still the foremost problem.

[b]"Don't suppose you could charm your way out?"[b], she offered dryly, her voice almost a raspy whisper. She had not had any water in a while.

A tall hadsome man sit chained between Kana and Declsn. He appears to be a young man, but his skin alabaster and his golden hair reveals a celestial heritage much like the other man. He looks around as all of you talk.

He holds up his hand staring at the "F". "Forsaken" if these fools only knew. He then looks to the women around him. Well if I am to die for what I have done I could be in worse company. He laughs and takes a few moments for things to settle in.

My name is Cole, I was a soldier and worshiper of Mirta as a boy, well lets just say I came into my own and found my calling. I know this place. None have ever escaped is its myth. Well some myths are just that. I don't know about the rest of you but I don't plan on staying around three days for my demise. So what do you say anyone want to plan with me. I am a warrior priest. It may help if we know each others capabilities. Anyone that is a loner or rebel well thats fine you can be that all you want once we get out, for now we need to pull together. Together and may have a shot.

as much fun as that would be I have plans for after here, I will have justice, perhaps afterwords eh?
He turns to cole "introductions eh well then my name is wade willhelm and before this I made my wares as a blacksmith, and I was learning to enchant them and I was throne in here for my choice of material components

the "and" in the last sentance should be "we" don't know what I did there :)

Cole looks at wade puzzeled for a moment

Hmm, choice of mate... Never mind that I'm sure we can chat more about that later. I know we all must have been real bad to be here. That doesn't matter right now. I don't care of your grand plans. We will be able to do nothing without freeing ourselves from here, but you say you are a blacksmith? Maybe there is a weekness in the chains? What of the rest of you. I'm sure your not here for your good looks.

The annoying buzz of voices rouses the pallid-skinned prisoner at the end of the line.

Uuuuggghhhh... I spend a minute trying to make sense of the jumble in my head.

The brand on my forearm still itches. I examine my surroundings with my new-found "powers". Low-light vision

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

hmm lets see, with that amazing roll, you notice we are in a jail cell and you have arms :P
"lookie here, he wakes, I almost thought they put me in with a corpse,"

You almost look like a wax figure yourself. Not been outside much lately mh?

Kana takes a good look at the guard post in front of the cell, trying to see if he carries some keys and to get a hunch of him.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"Avyanna Maeve. Bard, Entertainer, Courtesan, Socialite. I got thrown in here for trying to kill a judge who's opinion on magic I didn't agree with." she said swishing her tail around "Though looking like a demon probably would've gotten me thrown in here, even if I had been raising money for an orphanage by running a patting zoo."

"So basically, f$&~ this country, and humans, and Mitra, and the King and his perfect little princess. Normally I might be more careful with my words, but it's not as if I could make things any worse."

She turned to the wheezing woman in the corner "And Darling, I can charm my way out of anything, but these men have ridiculous dedication to their goddess. The best I could do would be make a few drowsy, fascinate another, and convince one of them that I'm their friend, which might lead to getting better food, maybe an innocent looking spell reagent', she looked over at Wade, 'Though I may be able to have him remove his helm and get him close enough so that Wade can pull himself up and strangle him with his manacles... That's if he's strong enough" she added teasingly.

I like arms!

A corpse? No.... I am something greater than that. It is for that reason they wish to rid the world of me. That or the fact that I set several districts of Daveryn on fire. A small smile creeps onto my face as I remember the sight. They didn't exactly read me my rights before they locked me in here.

They called me Fletch. As far as monikers go, it serves my purposes well-enough.

"they don't make scrawny blacksmiths, he flexes his arms and they are indeed impressive 16 str
He turns to the kitsune"wax figurehe scoffs "forgive me if recently I have neglected to touch up on my appearance since I was thrown in here

There are currently no guards in the room. There is a door to the south you remember coming through. You may make a perception check to try and hear if guards are in there.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Escape Artist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

While pointing her ears towards the door Kana tries to wiggle herself free again.

Avyanna let out a groan-like sigh, and turned, leaning forward as best she could so as to speak to her fellow prisoners all at once.

"While this banter is all very well and good children, perhaps we should focus on the matter at hand, hmm?. Does anyone have any sort of plan for getting us out? Preferably fully intact. All my plans require us to wait until someone with keys comes in, incapacitate them, and then stealth out."

Avyanna furrowed her brow in thought. She wasn't going to die in this manner. She was rather fond of the idea of not dying at all. There had to be a way out.

It was incredible luck that she wasn't chained up with lowly pickpockets, cut-throats and thugs. Pulling resources and talents could greatly increase their chances of survival and escape.

A soldier, a blacksmith with some small knowledge of magic, an arsonist, a crazy cat chick, and a women who looks half dead. she thought to herself There is an escape plan here. Now just to find it

craft(metallurgy) to determine any weaknesses in the bars and/or manacles: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Know(Nature): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24 To see if any of the natural surroundings would contain reagents for alchemical bombs.

Who can pretend to be dead the best? Really any excuse to get the guards to actually enter our cell is the key. Once they get inside, Tails there can feign romantic interest and can hopefully pick pocket the keys from him.

We'll call that plan A.

I begin trying to rip off and wad up any loose pieces of rags that my manacled hands can reach on me or the prisoner next to me. If I get enough together I can use the spark of manacles hitting the stone wall to light them. Now to just find enough fuel for a decent sized bomb....

"why would they care if we were to die, that is there intention of bringing us here, besides, it'd be too obvious, I say we have three days, we use them, use today to learn their routines, see if anyone in any of the neighboring cells knows or can do anything useful, our best shot as I see it is wait for one of them to come close and have our charming devil born here charm them and either one of you pick his pocket or I can club him, but a different plan may arise as we learn more about our surroundings not to mention each other,"

I can turn small size for a time. I believe I could slip my hands free if I did this as they are sized around me at the moment, but being free is just the start. I think we wait to the cover of night for sure. Most if now all of these guards are probably mere humans. How many amongst us can see in the dark? I can... We need to test the limits of the guards, maybe we can antagonize one in to coming and beating on us for our words against Mitra or something. He will come in not expecting me or even all of us to be free. This should be plan A. No offense, Fletch was it?

"yes this plan has promise, but it is also risky, I think charming them should be plan A and should that fail your plan will still work, whereas if your plan fails, charming them will be much more difficult, understand?"

While the others talked, she tried the cuffs, wondering if she could manage to slip through them when necessary. They would plan, and she would do what she could to aid the plan that was being undertaken. Her name did not matter now, and as raspy as her voice was, she did not feel like talking. Getting out was something that needed doing first, though she did not take a good enough look around when she was brought in, and getting out of the tower was something daunting.

It still beat dying, though.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Escape Artist: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

As you look around at your new but temporary home in this cell, it seems you are alone except for the six of you. Every attempt so far at squirming out of your manacles has failed. They are definitely fitted tightly just for humanoids of your size. Looking around the cell a rat is seen scurrying across another cell and under the door to the reinforced cell. Several seconds later anyone paying attention hears a thump and nothing more.

Wade's examination of the manacles and chains reveal them to be old but still quite sturdy iron and that it would probably require slightly more strength than he can muster to break out of them. Of course this action would create a large amount of noise.

Fletch and those examining their surroundings for resources are disappointed to find the room relatively clean apart from layers of dirt in places. The walls and floor are made of stone.

As you stop to listen for guards beyond the southern door you do manage to hear something. It seems to be two guards conversing.

"A visitor. Here?"

"That's what I heard, not a clue as to why. A woman I heard."

"You heard. I'll wait till my eyes see this 'visitor' for myself."

"Shhh. The sargeant is coming."

Several seconds later the door opens and half a dozen guards file in and stand at attention. A man you recognize as the one who branded you and seemed to enjoy doing it, walks in after them. He seems a little dazed. This must be Sargeant Blackerly. He looks darkly at the prisoners and his eyes stop on Kana. Gruffly he says, "You there! That’s the scum! Get 'em unshackled. If any of you makes trouble, they’ll earn a thrashing! Today’s your lucky day, scum. You’ve got a visitor. How you ever warranted such a fine lady is beyond me. Seems she wants to say good-bye. Now step lively. We wouldn’t want to keep her waiting."

Three of the guards enter the cell brandishing their clubs while a fourth unlocks Kana and takes her from the cell. The guard and Kana follow Blackerly out of the cell and into the guard room. She has little choice but to follow as resistance would surely earn a clubbing.
Non-lethal but still

The door closes and the guards remain, waiting. As if this little visit will not take long. They eye the prisoners but say nothing.

So this seems strange. Wonder who the dog lady is to have a visitor. Maybe she had a plan for getting out of here incase she got captured. That would have been some forward thinking. I am fine with the charm plan being plan A then if thats what the rest of you feel.

Did you really say that while the guards are there?

Avyanna's curiosity is piqued when she hears the thump come from the reinforced cell. Who could be so dangerous that they need to be put in a special place, away from others?

"Did you all hear that?', she leaned in again, lowering her voice,'There's someone, or something in that suped-up cell over there.', she discretely nodded towards the west,'Perhaps whatever is in there can help us. Either by providing actual assistance escaping, or it's escape being the distraction for ours. I daresay anything being held in their has to be either important or dangerous and is worth our consideration."

She then leaned back into the standard position against the wall and spoke normally.

"Trust the crazy cat chick to have someone fond enough of that they'd be willing to visit a place like this in order to say goodbye... I'm curious as to what kind of person is in that room with her though. I don't suppose you could tell us? It's not as if we're going to be able to tell anyone else." she said sweetly towards the guards.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

She could only wait for one of them to answer.

Turning back to her fellow inmates, she whispered again.

"I don't suppose anyone can hear what the Sergeant and his goons are talking about?"

she's speaking in a way so that only Wade can clearly make out what she is saying.

Sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

You see Blackerly return and the guards lead Kana back to her place in the cell and chain her up once more. Any talking is met with threats if the prisoners don't shut their mouths. "You prisoners keep quiet or you can say hello to my friend here." Clubs are smacked against palms for effect.

Once Kana is secure again Blackerly leaves along with the extra guards and they retreat down the stairs to whichever duties are set for them. Two guards stay in the outer room, the door is locked, and the prisoners are alone once more.

"Well that was probably the most interesting thing to happen to us during our stay here. So, what was that all about? Or will you be taking it to your grave?" Avyanna asked, the socialite in her craving gossip after so long away from the crowds.

"And as I said to Wade earlier, there is something in that armored room. Something we may be able to use in our escape. If we time it right, we can have as much time as we need to break in. They leave us unsupervised most of the time. So long as we can play it off that we are still bound, should any patrols come by, then there's a good chance we can figure out how to get in. A lot can happen in three days."

Sorry misunderstood, I thought the guards were with Kana. So no I wouldn't talk of escape with the guards there :)

Indeed Kana do tell. Was this friend visit your escape plan. Share the wealth, I can't believe you set up an escape before being captured that is brilliant. Brains and beauty now thats a nice package.

Avyanna, you said there was something in that cell? It would be nice to have and ally he changes to a wispoer Or a destraction

"hmm these chains are certainly old but well made, just outside of my ability to personally break he says quietly "but perhaps with a bit of help... he turns to cole "do you think you could get a good grip on my shackles?

When she is lead back you can hear the snarling from her chest again as she is shackled to the wall. You can also see that some tears were running down her cheeks and while the guards retreat she remains silent.
Only after they are gone for about a minute, she looks around, eyeing everyone of you.

You don´t give up hope easily, do you? Have you known that nobody escaped from this prison before?

........Well, i´m not sure about you, but i have a rendezvous in three days. It´s kind of important and i expect you to help me to get there. Can i rely on your help? You´re then welcome there too. I got this trinket as a reminder.

She takes out a silken veil with some tear-stains on it and shows it to you.

I agree that whoever or whatever is on the other side of that cell wall is a potential ally but I can only assume it is either more powerful than all of us combined or at least more uncontrollable. We should be prepared to charm it bribe it or slay it. Assuming we can get over there at all...

Getting rid of those manacles and chains is the first priority. Then getting out of here the second. I don´t know what´s in that other room, but it might be there for a reason. If i´m able to cast a spell i could easily put a lot of guards to sleep.

So, anybody has some suggestion how we get rid of those manacles?

"well if I could get free I could generate water to act as a lubricant for others and I could cast a guidance spell as well"

It's like no one listens ;)

I have told you I can alter my size and slip out I am waiting for the opportune moment. I can do this once a day so I would prefer not waste todays just to be locked up in another manner. Did you notice while you were out a window. We need to wait till the sun is down at least. I would prefer the humans to be using torches and lanterns if we are to hide or run. So your friend brought you this cloth? What is it? Good, good Wade another that can creat water. We focus on the torches when the time comes.

"may I see the cloth?

Bat Shape would have worked well here too but I assumed we were to wait for a Deux Ex Machina? Hence why I was asked to save that feat for Lv 3. Tiny bat-sized assassin FTW!

I do have one weapon I could use if I was free...

My face bulges and transforms rearranging itself nicely into a set of sharp incisors. Bestial Form [1/3]

I have not had a lot of practice using these yet. The orderlies I feasted on were too terrified to put up much of a fight. I assume the guards will be more...prepared. Still a weapon is a weapon.

"perhapse if you had an ally with... Similar qualities he says, barring his own fangs

And this is the part where we both start cackling maniacally, each cackle louder than the last. Think Iago and Jafar from Aladdin. ^v^

Hearing too much talking one of the guards bursts in with his club in his hand. You can see the other guard at the door with his hand on his signal horn, waiting.

"I said quiet in here! Now keep it down or I'll have to do something about it."

He heads back to the guardroom after several seconds glaring at each of you and locks the door again. Clearly they didn't hear exactly what you were talking about or they might have done more but you can tell that too much noise will bring their attention again.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Was Kana able to see if he got some keys on him? Also is it possible to cast a spell while shackled there?

You don't see a keyring on either of the guards. You guess they are probably kept on the table or a hook in the guardroom.
No windows were seen anywhere on this level. The only light is from torches and the lighting level is dim for the most part.
Spells are certainly possible as long as a component is not needed. You are considered grappled my the manacles and must still make a concentration check DC14 plus spell level.
Anyone with wisdom 11 or higher might realise a plan is a good idea before randomly escaping as you were brought in today and it is 'likely' mid afternoon.

wade asks again if he can see the cloth, thinking he was not heard before.

Shhh. Let me look at it myself before. And we don´t want the guards to find out. Kana inspects the veil she received carefully, you can hear her whisper a spell :でテクと　まぎこ.

Avyanna thinks over the ideas that they have come up with so far:

Charming the guards
Cole shrinking in size to escape his manacles
Wade using Coles help to break the manacles from the wall
Ambushing the guards when they come to take us away for punishment
Releasing whatever is in the reinforced cell
Finding a way to get out of the manacles asap, but waiting until the final day to escape

Wis 14 (+2)

Cole speaks softly
They give us the chance we need. They are zealous. When ready if we speak ill of them and their precious Mitra it should draw them in. Of course by this time we will be free pretending to be bound. Kana and Avyanna prepared to put them to sleep will help greatly in keeping that horn quiet. So Kana is that thing magical has your friend brought us a gift? We have a few hours till night we should try not to draw much attention while we wait.

will profession soldier help to give any idea about how many guards may be in this place?