Darkness.

It is a slow-dawning awareness that comes over Lisa Rufbin, not visually per se as she can see absolutely nothing amidst the crushing blackness, but certainly tactilely.

The first thing she is aware of is a dull throb that seems to build gradually from her temples, quickly swarming the rest of her body, spreading like a disease into her ears and down her jaw, through her chest and into her abdomen and hips.

Lisa clenches her and grunts, pushing down with her hands to move herself, rotate herself, anything.  Perhaps it is an experiment to see if any physical action will bring relief.  Her right hand pushes against cloth and soft flesh while her left hand and back touch only hard and dusty stone.

"Easy."

It is the whispered voice of Rudyard, the thickset caravan master that had hired Lisa all those days ago.  How long had it been?  What time was it?  Where was she and how had she gotten there?

The single word of the man and the thoughts racing through her mind seem to being to the forefront a whole, new world of sound.

Soft, slow, dripping water.  A harmony of slow, shallow breathing.  The hollow sound of dead air.  And slowly, building from an indiscernible murmur overtop the thrumming pain in her ears, she begins to hear the sounds of voices.

Not words, not just yet, but the voices of two men, muffled and echoing, barely audible though the tone of their speech does not seem to indicate they are trying to be quiet.  Instead, the words seem to rebound a thousand times, passing through doorways or other barriers before arriving upon Lisa's ears as mere fractions of themselves.

Lisa pushes aside the pain for a moment and concentrates on the words.  The mental exercise seems to both bring respite from her injuries as well as bring the conversation into something of a focus.

"Leo doesn't give a damn about your prisoners, and frankly you're missing the point!"

The voice is crisp and feminine, cut with the ice of anger.

"This is about righting wrongs, about addressing the failures of the border wars.  It's about showing the empire that until we cull the rot without our border there is constantly a risk it will continue to spread like a disease within them."

"It's about a fat paycheck."

This second voice is low and gruff but unyielding, a deep baritone that reverberates more slowly and clearly.

"Frankly, I don't give a damn about your or Leo's ideals.  But so long as Mendel keeps paying us for the goods like he does, you won't get any fight from us.  Just don't ask us to believe in your garbage and we won't have any troubles."

An extended silence draws on for several moments...

"You disgust me..."  The first voice finally responds.  "I'll be back when I have word from Hamish, we're not worried yet, but this may be another opportunity for you at least, if that's the way you think of it."

"We're always looking for more opportunities."  The second voice responds with a laugh.

No more conversations seem to come, though Lisa can hear sharp, echoing boot steps fading away into silence.

After several moments, Rudyard finally responds to Lisa's movements.

"Ye'all right then?"  The man's voice is soft and genuine.  "Gave us a bit of a scare you did.  Especially after Conal didn't make it."

OOC:  Welcome Lisa!  After much waiting, here, finally is your intro thread.  For the moment, everything is in complete darkness.  You have no idea the time, and generally only know that it's early January.  You know that your caravan was ambushed on the 3rd, though you don't know how long you have been unconscious.  Presumably, you were knocked out somewhere in the fight in Chapter 28 and have not awoken since.

Please make a ST-3 roll for me.  For each point that you fail by is 1 point of damage that you took in the fight that has not yet healed.

As per our earlier discussion, you have no personal gear, though you do have normal clothing, so there is no concern for modesty.

She takes in a long, slow breath, "OOOouch! My ribs!"

Lisa slowly, carefully walks her finders around, felling the area around her. "Um so do you know where we are? And what's going on? How long have I been out? Oh, sorry, Rudyard, are you alright?"

Gathering more of her wits she sniffs the air. And listens.
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"I'm fine."  Rudyard responds with a small chuckle before going on to answer the rest of Lisa's questions.  "We're not too far off the road.  Some caves a day or so out of town, never seen 'em before.  I can't say for sure what's going on apart from we've been taken prisoner, probably ransomed with all the convoy.  I guess the sign that they're keepin' the most of us alive is encouraging, but I'll not be holding my breath for things to get moving.  Don't seem like they care too much for us apart from food and water the once since we put in here about a day ago.  Don't much like us talking though.  It's fine to keep it low when there's nobody close like this, just make sure you keep it down when they're around."

As she listens, Lisa feels around what she can with her hands.  The ground beneath her is cold and moist, a gritty stone surface that seems to have been smoothed out over time.  A few feet to her left is another body, which elicits a sleepy grunt as Lisa pulls her fingers away.

As for sounds, apart from the murmurs of breathing, there is little to go on.  The sounds of conversation have died away outside and all that is left is the hollow staleness and cool air.

OOC:  Keep working the conversation and discovery phase as much as you wish, I still owe you a final wrap up on your character sheet.  Hopefully I'll have that done by the time we're ready to move on.

"Hsst! Rudyard! Any idea who Leo, Mendel or Hamicsh are? Or anything about border wars?" Lisa asks. "Borders between where and where?"

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When Rudyard flls silent agin Lisa feels around a bit more hoping to find something that'll pass as a weapon, whether soemthing sharp or just a broken broom handle.

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When all falls quiet, Lisa tries to her ribs less sore with a secretly cast Minor Healing, but to no avail so she rests.
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"Never heard of 'em."  Rudyard responds as Lisa asks about the three names, Leo, Mendel, and Hamish.

"As for the Border Wars, many as not call 'em the Frontier Wars.  You may know 'em that way, though I'm not sure many cared on the other side of the Blackwood.  They was between Megalos and Al-Wazif about ten years ago.  Lot of people around here still have sore feelings over them, Bannock falling was sort of a black eye for the empire..."

The rustling sound of footsteps outside brings Rudyard to a quiet.  The boot steps grow louder, and Lisa is happy to have a brief respite from the darkness as she sees a slow building warm glow approaching from the sound of the footsteps.  Not wanting to waste a single ounce of light, Lisa immediately starts taking in the details around her, starting from the direction of the approaching light.

Slowly, the room begins to come into focus, or rather a cave...  for the walls, ceiling, and floor seem to be a simple unanimous piece of rough-cut stone.  There is only one entrance or exit that Lisa can see, just in the direction of the approaching light.  However, the way is blockaded with iron bars fit into the stone, with a jail door and thick-looking lock smithed into the barrier.

Around the corner, a single torch finally reveals itself, the glowing flame illuminating the most of the room along with it's holder, a rough-looking middle aged man wearing seasoned and war-torn leathers, a short-handled axe hanging from his belt.

"I thought I mentioned..."  The man starts, his speech slow and his eyes poisonous as he takes in the room with a long, sweeping gaze.

Lisa too, takes in her surroundings, she takes in a total of twelve forms.  She recognizes Rudyard right next to her, who sits up propped against the wall, as well as Erwin, who lies face up, bandaged heavily across the chest, his expression a grimace though his eyes are closed in a fitful sleep.  This must be almost the whole of the caravan she surmises, though all are adults...  none fit the size of the little boy Runt who had stowed away.

"...There wasn't to be any talking."  The man finishes with his eyes on Rudyard, who returns the gaze defiantly.  "If I need to come back again, I'll be bringing my crossbow...  Then we'll see if you get my point."

The man turns, and Lisa uses the last fleeting moments of light to scour the ground around her, searching for any sort of a weapon.  In the last moment, she catches the shadow of a fist-sized rock and reaches for it as the light dies away completely.  It's not much for a weapon, for there is no blade or lever to speak of, though it weighs almost a pound, and is much harder than her fist.  In a pinch, Lisa is sure that she could throw the stone with some effect, or else hold it in her hand while trying to bash a guard's head in...  though she doesn't imagine it will be of much use against a crossbow, especially with an iron jail in her way.  For now, she must bide her time.

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The next hour or more slips by in the impenetrable darkness.  Lisa hides her stone, pressing it behind her hip so that it will not be easily seen by the guards, but so that she'll have access to it if she needs it at a moment's notice.  She isn't overly concerned about being found out, but the threat of being shot with a crossbow keeps her intent on keeping her risk to a minimum.  Left to the interminable midnight, Lisa bides her time.

Apparently that is enough for the guards, who do not reappear, at least until their next visitor arrives.

Lisa's first sense is of scuffling feet and high-pitched muffled groaning.  Another man's voice rings out, strained with effort.  "Do that again and you'll regret it!"

Thunk!

The dull, meaty thwack is accompanied by a soft, feminine groan, and a few more scuffled steps before the torchlight comes back.

"Get back!"  The man from earlier, the one threatening violence, shouts as the warm torchlight approaches...

OOC:  For your awareness, I'm a stickler about healing spells and failures, so you are at -3 to cast minor healing on yourself until tomorrow.  Your scrounging roll managed to acquire you a small stone, about a pound, which will increase punch damage by 1, or can be thrown using the throwing skill, or at DX-4.

You have recovered your fatigue from spell casting, though hunger is beginning to gnaw at your belly, and you will quickly start losing fatigue that way.

Stopped here just to see if you wanted to take any opportunities.  If not we'll keep fast forwarding.

Edit:  I also forgot to mention that you got a warm welcome from the cast of characters in their OOC thread.  I have you separated out (alas, I've had enough people unintentionally spilling things between threads that affects the outcome of the game that I'm trying to hedge against it) but I promise I'll put you in there as soon as there isn't anything left you know that would be hugely beneficial to them and vice versa.
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While all is quiet Lisa edges closer to the heavily bandaged Erwin and feels for sign of life, either breathing or pulse..

Unless Erwin is patently dead, Lisa tries to do a better job quietly healing him than she did herself.

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OOC: Not really used this spell before, but I'd assumed it was only at a penalty after a successful casting on a given target. Good to know.
Fine to fast forward.
In passing, I'm pretty scrupulous about not reading where I shouldn't. I find it too much effort to try and keep straight what the char shouldn't know/act on. If there's an OOC thread in which I can say "Hi" back, then please tell me what it's labelled and I will. To be clear, I haven't read anything that you haven't explicitly told me to. If I can't say "Hi!" back to the others, please would you do it on my behalf? Thanks! :)
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As the torchlight approaches closer, Lisa shuffles herself closer to Erwin while staying in a seat, putting a hand on his body as she murmurs a few quick words.  There is just enough light that she makes quick work of the spell, and it's complete before the torch becomes visible from behind the wall.  Erwin makes a soft groan of relief in response.

"Keep it back!"  The gruff voice says as three people step into view.  One has a thick black beard and is holding a crossbow, strafing the whole cell with the weapon as his eyes shift meanly between captives.  The man wears heavy leathers with an iron guard on his left forearm.  The second person is a woman, clearly another captive, for her weight is sagging forward, barely held up by her own feet.  She wears a stained and simple cloth shirt and heavy leathers on her legsThe torchlight makes clear a swollen red bruise all across her right jaw.  The wound just bleeds, sending a thin trickle of blood down her chin where it beads, threatening to drip down to the floor below.  The last to enter is another man who holds the woman by the back of the collar.  His body is mostly blocked by the woman, though he too seems to wear simple armor and has some scabbard or club that hangs loosely from his hip.

"Back!"  The gruff man with the crossbow snarls, pointing his weapon directly at Lisa, who seems to be the only one in the room who is sitting up at the moment, everyone else is either lying down or propped up against the back wall.

The command doesn't seem to slow the three's approach however, for before Lisa can make any real action, the man continues.

"We're opening up the cell!  The first one of you to make a move takes a bolt through the shoulder blades!"  And he takes his right hand off the trigger, lowering it a set of keys that he holds about his waist...

OOC:  I made a response for you in the OOC.  It isn't an issue of trust at all.  I'm sure that you wouldn't intentionally spill anything, the problem usually occurs when people are just making a comment or an observation that they don't realize affects the other thread.  As I said, in this case it's just easier to make a very temporary split between the characters, thanks for understanding.

As for the healing - I think most GM's rule it the way you are saying, you get 1 successful heal before your skill gets reduced.  However, that's not the way I read the rule and I haven't found anyone that's had an argument to convince me otherwise.  I think it does do a decent job of putting a check on magic users, who can tend to be a little unbalanced in a low fantasy campaign like this.

Ok - You can see 3 people.  Two men you can assess as thugs, and another that seems to be another captive.  You are about 7 yards from the door of the cell and in a sitting position.  If you wish to make any action, assume you have a few seconds to do so (or to prepare) while they open the door.  If you do not wish to make any action, just let me know and we'll keep moving.

Your healing spell for Erwin was successful, though it has definitely eased some of his pain, it hasn't drastically changed his situation.

Lisa dismisses the idea of using Apportation on the keys of the bearded guy when he leaves the cell; the distance is just too far for her. She sighs and hopes for food tomorrow.

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OOC: 3 or 4 on the Teleportation was too remote. OK, we can keep moving.

With a steely grating sound, the man with the crossbow opens the cell just wide enough for the other man to shove his captive through.

The woman shrieks with surprise as she stumbles headlong into the cell, her blonde hair spilling forward as she crashes down to her knees and elbows.

"You bastards!"  She shouts, turning her head to face her captors even as the man with the crossbow grabs the iron door again and closes it with a clang before turning the key back in the lock.

"Take it easy love."  The man with the crossbow croons, thrusting the key back into his tunic as he regrips his weapon in a haphazard fashion.  "No need to get yourself worked up.  No sense in taking a bolt because your pride is hurt."  The man's voice drips with mock sympathy.

The girl spits out a thick wad of spittle laced in red which spatters across the floor just below her face.

"See?  Already better, isn't it?"  The crossbow man croons in his deep baritone before stepping back away from the cell, the light of the torch slowly fading back and out of sight.

"Fuck!"  The girl shouts.  Though Lisa half expects another outburst from the crossbow man, instead, she hears a few unintelligible murmured words, followed by a raucous laugh from the two men leaving, though they don't return or chide their new prisoner for the outburst.

OOC:  Ok.  You sat back while the new prisoner came in.  Here's your chance to initiate conversation or anything else you can think of for the short term.  Let me know if you just want to keep moving.
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"Hssst! Over here!" calls Lisa. She shuffles across to make way for the new prisoner, gently guiding her in if need be.

"i'm Lisa. Did they you hurt you much?"

As the last of the light fades from the cell, Lisa gestures the woman over, though it becomes clear quite quickly that the other isn't moving.  Instead, she stoops on elbows and knees, her body shaking as her fists draw together like leaves curling up in burning flame.

Lisa decides to make her own way over instead, initiating a conversation with their new inmate.

"I'm fine."  The two words are spat with anger.  And though the room now has faded to a complete darkness, Lisa can feel the woman still shaking in rage, her head dropped between her forearms on the ground.

The tense moment doesn't last long though.

"Sorry."  The woman adds, the venom now drawn out of her voice, instead replaced with an empty hollowness.   "I'm Terri.  I'm not mad at you...  Just myself.  It's all my fault.  I froze.  I couldn't seem to do anything until it was too late, and I'm better than that."

"You'll want to keep your voices down."  Rudyard whispers from across the room.

"Rudyard?"  Terri's voice is shocked in response, all her attention going not to the meaning of the words but to the identity of the speaker.  "Rudyard is that you?  Are you ok?"

"Enough!"  The shout comes from the room beyond in the voice of the man with the crossbow.  "Shut your damned mouths if you know what is good for you!"

"Shhhhh!" whispers Lisa, gently patting Terri's shoulder. "This way." She puts an arm carefully around the newcomer and helps her back so that Lisa is stationed between her and Erwin.

She waits until the bully with the crossbow seems to have receded. Then she whipsers into Terri's ear, "Now, being quiet, please. Actually, how are you really? May I check you for dmaage? And what have you seen going on outside?"

Terri seems to hesitate for a moment, though after a moment of silence from the guards, she allows Lisa to bring her back in the cell slowly, feeling her way with her hands until they make their way near the back.

"I'm ok."  Says in a stoic voice.  "My face hurts like a son-of-a-bitch, but I've seen worse, and I doubt anybody has bandages down here."

To the third question however, Terri seems slightly more confused.  "What's going on outside?  I was part of a group trying to find and rescue the caravan prisoners...  us I suppose, but I got left behind to watch the horses."  Lisa does not need to use much imagination to hear the clear annoyance in her voice.

"The others were clearing out one of the caves at the far end of the gulley...  Though Hamish," she spits the name, "came up from behind me and tackled me to the ground.  I managed to slash him in the ear, but I got this back for it."  Though the darkness is complete, Lisa imagines Terri is pointing at the angry red splotch across her jaw.

"He dragged me here...  I didn't get a whole lot of details...  it's a short cave system.  Just a right turn, some stairs, and a guard post.  I think I saw a total of about seven of them?  Though I bet there is more.  There were definitely some other twists and turns that I couldn't tell where they went."

"Well, we're the prisoners, so you've found us!" whispers Lisa. "I can check your jaw if you want, see if there's anything nasty going on in there. Anyway, the gate door over there has a solid lock on it. Are you any good at picking locks? Or got anything that could be used to pick one?"
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Terri lets loose a small laugh at Lisa's positivity at Terri finding the captured crew.  "Yeah, I suppose that's something right?  I suppose you can my jaw if you want.  It's awful dark in here though, and I think it's just mostly swollen.  I don't think anything is broken, but if you think you can do anything you are welcome to it."

When the conversation turns to picking locks, Terri responds in the affirmative, but slowly.  "I'm no master thief, but I've picked a lock or two when I've needed to.  I don't have any picks on me though...  Is there anything here I could use?  And I'm not sure I'd be able to anyway in this darkness.  Is the only light the torches that the guards bring by?

OOC:  If you want to check out Terri's jaw, roll a perception based First aid roll -10 for total darkness.  Alternatively, you can opt just to heal her, though she insists that she'll be ok, and it doesn't seem like it's affecting her talking.
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"Hold still," Lisa whispers as she lightly runs her hands over Terri's face, jaw, neck and shoulders. She takes longer than strictly necessary, bizarely enjoying the contact.

She fails to heal Lisa (and is unskilled at First Aid.)

"Haven't found anything yet.So far, yes, just what they bring."

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OOC: If time has passed (I think ten minues regains 1FP) since healing the unconcious fwloow then perhaps Lisa has regained some FP.
17:05, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 9 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,3,4.  Minor Healin 11 (on Terri).
I didn't specify so I'll go with just giving Terri 1HP back.
i just spotted that I aready tried and failed to heal her. I'd forgotten that.

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"Oh, are you a mage?"  Terri asks as Lisa casts the spell of minor healing on Terri's jaw, though unfortunately the spell fails.

"That's great!"  She intones.  "I've known a few of them through my travels... we may get out of here yet!"

The girl sits up abruptly, and Lisa has the mental image of Terri straining her eyes to see something, anything in the complete darkness.

"So how do we get out of here?"  She asks finally, hope and frustration now intermingling in her voice.

OOC:  Sorry for the horrible lag.  Multiple things all coming together at the same time including taxes, every day kids sports, a chaotic and random work schedule and a newish puppy who seems to think that me working on a computer is a complete waste of my hands.  I'll try and do better.

At this point things are up to you - your options are to 1. Make a plan to escape, 2. Wait until something presents itself, or 3. Anything else you can think of.  Just let me know what you want to do so that I can fast forward if it's called for.

"Well, only just. And no one else knows.  I've been hiding. Our secret. Please?" she whispers. "And I have no idea why but I feel I can trust you." She gently squeezes her new friend's arm for emphasis. "What sorts of things are you good at?"

After listening to Terri's response she adds, "I'm not sure how we can get out of here. I'm open to suggestions, Terri."

And then, "Goodness, I'm hungry. Don't suppose you've got anything I can eat?"

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OOC: It's fine, I understand.

Don't have a plan yet, except to try and be real friends with the new arrival. Maybe melt the lock. Or find a secret way out. Or set fire to something on the other side of the barrier.., I guess, option 2, hope something turns up. Maybe folks looking for her..
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"Of course!"  Terri responds when Lisa asks her to keep her secret.

"Um..."  Terri starts off slowly when asked what she is good at.  "I was a cook on a sloop a long time ago.  We mostly were sailing anti-pirate runs, but I got pretty good at sailing and a bow...  Since then, mostly outdoorsy stuff, tracking and the like."  She pauses for a moment.  "I've talked my way out of a few tight spots...  I've got to say I can spin a story pretty well."

When Lisa asks for food, Terri laughs softly.  "Not unless you want to eat poison.  They took all my weapons and my bag and my mail, only thing I've got left are my leather pants and a couple of bottles of poison I had stashed away.  Nasty stuff, came from these bizarre giant half-bee half-people things."  Lisa can feel Terri shudder with the memory.

"I'd been saving them for an arrow I really needed to put somebody out, but I suppose they might come in use here?"

"Lots of stuff I'd eat, but preferably not poison. Well, guess they didn't search too well. Reckon I'd have found 'em," retorts Lisa, trying to make Terri smile despite the gravity of it all. "When we're out of here, you can cook me up something nice and I'll get the wine. That's if I ever have some coin.. Anyway..so, will your friends, other friends, come looking?"
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"I'm sure they will."  Terri offers back in a small voice, though with those words she falls silent.

OOC:  Waiting on the other group at the moment (who have been waiting on me up until about 10 seconds ago) for timeline realignment.  Feel free to take action if needed, but I need to know what the are doing before I move too far forward here.

Lisa badly wants to be friends with Terri. Feels like they've clicked.
She sits next to Terri, hip to hip.
Maybe rest will make her feel better*.
Maybe Terri won't pull away from her.

If Rudyard makes another peep, Lisa whispers, "Is there anything around that might be usded to pick the lock?"

Otherwise, it's sit and hope, with a fallback plan to create mayhem with a fire on the other side of the bars.

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OOC: *Regain FP.
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When a moment presents itself, Lisa asks Rudyard in a whisper if there is anything to pick the lock.  "We're all picked clean lass."  Rudyard answers and again the room descends into silence.

Lisa thinks as she waits, trying to rest her body while also weighing her options, which seem few.  The most promising it seems, is that Terri's company may yet be coming their way...  that or setting fire to whatever gets close enough for her spells to work on.  Even then she would likely have to move towards the entrance to make a real play for escape.

But Lisa's thoughts are not long, for within only a few minutes there is ruckus of shouts and echoes breaking across the silence.

"Niall!  Niall, they're fucking here!"  It's a fresh voice, in the sort of high tones where it is difficult to distinguish if it is a man or a woman speaking.

"I know."  The gruff voice of the crossbowman responds.  "Hamish was taking care of them, should be a while yet before we have to really worry."

"No!"  The first voice shouts back in a nervous warble.  "No, they're fucking here, the god damned minotaur is stepping up the path as we speak!  It's a fucking minotaur Niall!  It's going to eat us alive!"

Lisa feels Terri sit up abruptly next to her.

"Damn."  The crossbowman, Niall answers back in his gruff voice, taking a moment before he answers back, though now his voice is throughly annoyed.  "Pull yourself together you nit!  There's only six of them!  Keep shaking there like a babe and I'll throw you out on your own as a distraction!."

There's a brief moment of stilled voices, though Niall quickly continues.

"There's nothing special about them.  If the guard doesn't know yet, then warn them.  Get everyone out of the commons too, even the injured, nobody's sloughing off this fight.  Put the three on duty with Aiken and Harding on the west side of the entry hall, the rest on the east side, Willson and I will come with you.  Wait until they they start moving down the entry hall and we'll shoot a volley into em before we rush in, got it?"

"They're here!"  Terri squeaks from next to Lisa.  "What are we going to do?"

OOC:  Thanks for the patience.  Ball is back in your court with a little bit of added information.  It does not appear that the gruff Crossbow man has left yet, but it sounds like he will soon.

"Hsst! Terri, quietly. need to get closer. Come with me," Lisa says and carefully moves closer to the bars, part crouching part crawing.

Lisa feels for Terri then tugs gently on her top towards the bars.
Not rushing, she moves quietly as she can to the bars to see (or hear) what she may.

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OOC: 09:58, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 5,2,3.  Stealth 10.
10:02, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,4,3.  Perception 13.

"Right!"  Terri whispers back, letting Lisa move first and then following along with the sound of her movement.

As it turned out though, the sound is more than Lisa intended.  Only a few crawling steps on, she puts a hand down and feels the damp weave of a bloodied bandage.  Though she didn't put down any real weight, only briefly brushing the wound, she never the less hears Erwin's low groan and fitful attempts to return to sleep.

Though the darkness makes things more than difficult, Lisa's slow pace and careful maneuvering get her to the iron bars quickly enough.  In the room beyond, Niall and the other's continue to converse.

"Right!  I'm off now."  The first voice says, and Lisa can hear heavy and swift footfalls like booted feet hurrying up a flight of stairs.

"Willson!"  Niall continues.  "Get you damned club man!  Are you even paying attention?  Macchus, you're in charge here.  If the prisoners start a ruckus, start shooting.  Willson, come on!"

Beside her, Lisa can hear Terri's slow hand over knee crawling as she catches up, her hand briefly at the side of her calf and knee before she pulls up next to her at the prison door.

"Ok, I'm ready!  Terri whispers urgently.  "What's the plan?"

From off in the darkness, Lisa can hear the hurried footsteps...  More boots on stairs.  From here at the edge of the prison, she thinks she can just barely make out reflections of light from the rooms ahead, marking the walls of the tunnel, though it doesn't make much difference as there isn't really a whole lot to see apart from brown-grey stone.

Several moments pass with only Terri's quiet breathing beside her, then, from somewhere off in the distance.

"Fucking do it you shits!"  Niall's voice reverberates back in an echoing shout.

"What's happening?!"  Terri moans from beside Lisa.

OOC:  Apologies for the quick turn around without your input here.  I think I'll be able to start picking up the pace a little here and I want to do my best to keep things moving.  However, since the timelines are now dependent on each other, that means that I either have to wait on everyone or I have to keep moving even when all the input isn't in.  For this particular moment I chose the latter to keep things on track.

Lisa searches her hair for a hair clip or wired underwear or anything else that she might use to try and pick the lock (quietly asking Terri if necessary).

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OOC: 23:36, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,2,5.  Scrounging 11.
It's been a while since Lisa treid casting a spell so has she regained any FP, please?

The specifics of the previous day lost in a darkened haze, Lisa reaches up to her hair, uncertain as to whether or not she had pinned it up.  Still, she has the sneaking suspicion, even before she confirms it by brushing her loose shoulder length hair with an empty hand, that even if she had one of her long pins in place, that it was likely stolen along with the rest of her gear when she had been carted to this forsaken place.

Lisa is about to ask Terri if she has anything, when the twang of a bowstring rings out, shortly followed by a man's scream.

"Magnus!  We're here!"  Terri shouts at the top of her voice.

"Shut up!  Shut up!"  A man from the next room responds in a fervent cry, and Lisa can already see the glowing orb of a torch bobbing closer, slowly turning the room around her from black to a dim orange.

Her mind and eyes racing with the additional light, Lisa spies a fallen masonry nail on the cave floor just beyond the bars.  In a feverish grab, she throws her whole left arm out of the cell and clutches the lengthy bit of iron just as two of the guards lumber into sight.

One holds a crossbow and has a club dangling from his belt.  The other holds an axe in their right hand and a torch in their left.

They both have looks of utter madness on their faces.

"One more word and you all die!"

OOC:  I went back and forth on the ruling for your scrounging roll.  The negative modifiers would normally be significant (darkness first and foremost) and the prospect of conveniently having, but forgetting about until now, the very tool you've been looking for the whole time seemed rather silly to me.  Ultimately, I ended up giving you the roll.  You have a long masonry nail (allows a -2 roll against lock picking for having an improvised tool) in your left hand and your small stone you found earlier in your right.  You can see the two men approaching from the right side of the bars, but you think they haven't seen you yet.

"Hsst, guards, Terri. Roll away," whispers Lisa almost feverishly and then does so herself.

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If nothing untowards happens and the guards depart again, Lisa hands the stone to Terri and then tries to pick the lock*.

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OOC: Above actions assume there's little chance of either picking the lock before the pair of guards arrive nor of magically setting fire to one of them without them noticing the act of casting.

*Does the GM roll for Lockpicking? (Skill is 12, but -2 for the nail = 10)
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Lisa jabs a whisper before rolling away from the bars, though Terri doesn't appear to move away from the bars with her.  Instead, the commotion from the rooms beyond only seems to intensify.

A beastial roar echoes so loudly that the very walls of the prison seem to reverberate with the sound.

Then, a woman's shrieking voice in the tongue of the southern Muslims ”ALLAHU AKBAR! ”DAENI ‘ASTAHIMU BIDIMAYIHIM!!!!”

"Good god."  Rudyard murmurs from the side, his head picking up slightly from the wall.

Lisa cannot see the pair of guards anymore, though she can now see quite clearly Terri silhouetted by the warm orange reflections of the guard's torch.  Terri stands, still pressed closely against the iron bars of the cell.

"They're coming."  Terri says, her voice no longer a shriek but a forced, slow calm.  "I wonder if the minotaur will eat you?  I've never seen him do it, but they say they do..."

"Shut up!"  The guard responds back, and suddenly the warming torch begins to come closer again, bathing the room in an orange glow.

"Shut up!"  The crossbow man repeats as he face appears from around the corner, his weapon leveled straight at the girl, though his face is stretched thin and his eyes snapped open in fear.

OOC:  You are at range 3 from the guard, and still hold the stone and nail in your hands.  It doesn't seem that Terri is down with your plan for the moment, though remember if you had planned on picking the lock when the guards were not here, not only would you have the -2 due to improvised materials, but you would also have the lighting penalty which would be stiff.

The crossbowman is also about 3 yards from Terri. 

Lisa notices a set of keys at the crossbowman's hip and she tries to sneak a yard closer.

She tries casting apporttation on the keys and bring them into the dark to her undetected.

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OOC: Failed the stealth roll by 3 unless modifiers for darkness and ongoing noise and Terri's distraction are sufficient to overcome that.

Wow natural 4 on the spell. I do believe that's my first critical since last Christmas.
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There is a tense moment as Terri stands up to the crossbowman, not backing down, though neither speaking out again as she stares down the chamber of the crossbow.  Lisa imagines that she can see both Terri and the man shaking, and she uses the moment of standoff to creep a step closer in order to see off one of her spells.

Out from around the corner, another man, this one with an axe and a torch approaches, his face bathed in a pale orange from the flames.  Lisa starts at the sight, and her boot scrapes against the floor midstep...

For the briefest of moments, Lisa is sure that they will see her approaching, that they will shoot either her or Terri.  But before her awful premonition comes true, the moment is interrupted by a skidding, repetitive thunk! that sounds from behind them.

Another tense moment of silence passes.

"Is that one of your friends?"  Terri asks, her face drained of color though it is set and resolute.  "Perhaps you should go check on him?"

"Damnit!"  The man shouts in frustration, turning abruptly as he begins to walk away.

Lisa does not let the chance go to waste.

"Venire!"  Lisa whispers as she gestures with her hands towards the keyring, which jiggles free from the belt and motions slowly towards her as the two guards walk away.  As the room plunges back into darkness, Lisa feels the keyring press against her outstretched hand!

Lisa's heart flutters in her chest, she pulled off her spell without anyone being the wiser!

"Willson!"  One of the guards calls just a moment after retreating from the cell, his voice strained with anxiousness.  "C'mon!"  He adds after just a moment and Lisa can now hear the sounds of booted feet on stairs retreating away...

OOC:  Nice work with the critical success at the moment you needed it most.  Because you got the crit, you used no fatigue on the spell, and you also earned a hero point, which can be used as a single instance of luck, or any other 15 point advantage you wish.

Despite your failure on your stealth, you still weren't noticed as the guards also failed their perception checks.

I also got a little paranoid when you rolled against a 9 for apportation.  I didn't realize that you had already reduced the spell -2 for range, and if 9 had been your base skill the spell would have required much more noise.  I noticed as I was checking that we did the math wrong for your skill level in all your spells, we should have added your magery level, so all your spells actually have a base skill of 12 rather than 11.  That doesn't change anything in the past or for the critical success, but it will help you out going forward and it's been fixed on your character sheet.

If you wish to use the keys to open the cell door, it will take a roll against Lockpicking +1.  While this may sound odd, it really comes down to the fact that you have to use the key, reaching through the bars with your hand to get to the other side, and do it all by feel (since your in near complete darkness).  This doesn't affect the end result of getting the door open, but it will affect how long it takes you to get the door open.

Lisa sidles up to Terri, pulls her close and whispers in her ear, "You've a brass neck! And I love you for it. Feel this!" Being careful not to let the keys chink together, she finds Terri's hand and guides it to her feel the keys. "Ooops," with an accidental handling of Terri's curvy bits Lisa maneuvres to try and unlock the gate.

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OOC: 20:47, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 12 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,6,4.  Lockpicking 13.

"I can't believe that worked!"  Terri exhales as Lisa pulls her close.  Lisa feels the other woman's skin and her sweat dampened undershirt, the feel of her body, even discreetly makes the emotional rush of her successful spell all the more exhilarating.

"I just wanted to let the others know we were down here,"  Terri continues as Lisa feels for her hands to show her the key ring.  "...and that was simple enough, but I didn't know how to keep them from...  wait you got the keys?"

Immediately, the cell seems to warm ten degrees and Lisa can feel the eyes of a half dozen men upon her as murmurs pick up in the surrounding cell.  "What!?"  Rudyard blurts from a few steps away.  "Well get us out of here lass!"

Lisa hastens to do just that, brushing intentionally, though making it seem an accident, against Terri's shirted breast as she pulls away.  Terri recoils away from the contact, but Lisa relishes the momentary touch as she feels her way to the cell door, wrapping her arms around the door, and finding the keyhole with her left hand, as she attempts to unlock the cell with her right.

After several moments of trial and error, Lisa eventually gets the right key to fit within the lock, turning it with the groaning sound of metal on metal, and the door begins to slowly push open as she brings her hands back from around the bars...

OOC:  'Picking' the lock took you about 30 seconds, which may seem pretty quick, but actually puts your timeline fairly far ahead of the other group.  Feel free to post again here as you see fit, but note that it's still almost completely dark, just realize that it may be a while before I move you ahead while I figure out what's going on with the others.

"Ssshhh!" Lisa hisses to Rudyard. "And damn well stay where you are. Call you when you should come."

She whispers to Terri, "Don't let anyone through yet."

Not seeing anything much from where she is, lisa tries to quietly open the gate slightly and slip through hoping to find things that'll seve as better weapons than a stone.

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OOC: 18:36, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 15 using 3d6 with rolls of 6,6,3.  Perception 13.
18:41, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 7 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,3,1.  Stealth 10.

After Terri agrees to Lisa's direction, the hedge witch and guard quickly spirits herself through the open cell door then slows her pace to a crawl as the prisoners behind her quiet into silence.

Somewhere not far, sounds of combat were still ringing out...  Shouts of pain, a woman's scream of glee, the crashing and clanking of weapons smashing on bodies and blades.

"Runt! RUNT! COME HITHER, LITTLE ONE!"  A woman's voice calls out.

Lisa's feet inch ahead, and slowly the walls shift from a dim orange where she can only tell her hand from the black silhouette, to a dim and flickering yellow, to a stronger light, where she can almost see her own features again.

Lisa comes to a stop as she turns a corner, craning her neck around to see the room beyond.

There is a sort of makeshift table, and a few meager chairs.  Here and there too are small stacks of straw and grass, packed close enough to make a comfortable seat on the floor, though not large enough for a bed.  Two wall sconces are nailed in, one on each side of the room, holding a bracket for torches.  The one on the far side of the room is empty, though on the near side, just around the corner from where Lisa stands, there is a torch still burning, though it seems to be reaching its last limits of endurance as the cloth burns low and dim.

Across the room, another hallway leads directly away, while to the left there is a stairway that leads upwards.

At the bottom lies a single body.  A man in leathers that Lisa does not recognize, though a wooden club lies on the floor next to his body...

Though Lisa stares upon the scene ahead, of the unconscious bandit and his loose weapon, she cannot pluck up the motivation to take the immediate initiative.  Instead, she waits for a moment, indecisive and nervous... and the moment passes her by.

"Shit!"  The voice calls from up ahead.  "C'mon!"

Lisa tucks herself behind the corner again, for she can already hear the approaching boots upon the stairs.  In mere moments, she sees the last two guards to leave, one with an expended crossbow, the other holding his axe.

"There's no other way out of here."  The crossbowman says, his voice low and dry, cracking upon the words.  The other man, the one with an axe is following close behind, a dimly lit torch in his other hand which licks a meager light upon the two.

Lisa didn't notice much of the two men before, though she can see clearly now their pale complexions and rough and unkempt beards.  The crossbowman is by no means thin, though his face appears hollowed, sunken, or even haunted as the shadows of the dim flame flicker across his face.

"They're blocking the only way out."  He grabs the string of his crossbow with two fingers, heaving it back to the catch.

"Think they'll let us go if we surrender?"  The axe man asks, his own features mostly hidden from Lisa as he has turned around, facing the stairway beyond the two.

The man with the crossbow shakes his head, perhaps in answer, or perhaps in disbelief as he loads another bolt in his weapon.

”The boy is gone!”  The woman's shout echoes from beyond again, and both the men turn their attention to the stair behind them.  ”Runt! RUNT! Where in Allah's name ARE you, Little One!”

OOC:  Roll vs. Stealth.  If you do not move, you may add a modifier of +1 to your roll.

Lisa moves back to the others, quietly as she can, "Hsst back. Two come."
She tries to chivvy them back, closing the gate behind her but not locking it.

OOC: 09:42, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 7 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,1,3.  Stealth.
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Lisa slowly makes her way backwards towards the cell, gripping the keyring hard in her hands to make sure that the metal does not clink together and give away her position while guiding herself along the wall with her other hand.

"No.  It's a fucking Minotaur.  I don't think they're going to let us go."

Lisa hears the hushed voice of one of the men from the other room, perhaps reminded of their company by the woman's shouts from up the stairs.

"So what do we do then?"

Lisa attempts to hold her breath as much as she can, straining her ears to hear the conversation.

"As I see it we got two options," the first man continues.  "We try and take em out when they come down, or else we bargain our way out using the prisoners...  Maybe we'll find one they care about."

Lisa finally feels the cold iron of the bars and quickly feels her way towards the door, slinking back within as she pulls the door shut.  Though the iron hinges make a low moan of protest from the movement, Lisa doesn't hear any immediate recognition from the guards in the other room.

"They're coming?"  Terri says in surprise as Lisa makes her way back within the cell.  "What's the plan?"

"Minotaur terrifies them. Take these," says Lisa and gives her friend the masonry nail and stone. "Go for an eye if they try to take you."

She moves carefully back, away from the bars, arm around Terri to guide her. On reaching the edge of the cave Lisa crouches and presses the keys into some dark place behind her.
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Ever so carefully in the darkness, Lisa maneuvers her way towards the back of the cell, while handing over the nail and stone to Terri.

"Thanks."  Terri whispers, moving back a little herself, though she stays somewhere near the center.

With as many people as are held here, the going is slow, though helpfully, just as Lisa makes it to where the thickest pocket of people sit, the darkness of the cell starts to fade to the warming orange of reflected torchlight.  Lisa has just sat to the floor, stuffing the cell keys behind her, when the two guards walk out in front of the bars.

Terri is still standing.

"That one."  The man with the axe gestures with the torch towards Terri, the other guard holding his crossbow by the stock as he begins to fumble around his waist.

"Yeah, that's right, I remember them bringing her in...  where...  Where the fuck are the keys?"

The man with the crossbow pats himself frantically near his waist belt.  "Do you have them?"  He shifts his gaze hurriedly towards the man with the axe.

"Why the fuck would I have them?"

"I don't know!"  The guard answers back in annoyance, turning his gaze down to his waist, as if perhaps looking for the keys will make them reappear.  "Shit!  I must have dropped them...  Oh god I hope their not upstairs...  Fuck!"

With a meaty thunk! the crossbowman slams the iron rod door with his forearm and the gate door creeps slowly open with a squeal.

"What the fuck?"

The guard with the crossbow stares as the door inches inward towards the prisoners.  A few steps in front of Lisa, Terri stands stock still.

OOC:  A pause here in case you want to take any action or say anything.  You are in a sitting position at the back of the cell, so you aren't really in a good spot to get the jump on somebody, though you can prep yourself for such an action if you wish.  Just let me know what you want to do or if you want to do nothing and just wait.

Lisa whispers, "Tell them you need to pee."
She pulls her feet under her so that she can stand up more quickly if need be.

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OOC: Can a spell , such as Create Fire, or maybe Fireball, be cast under these circumstances and probably not be noticed?

The moment rises to a crescendo of tension as the guard with the crossbow raises his weapon, his eyes darting from face to face in the cell as if expecting some impending attack.

The surprise however, comes from the outside.

"Terri!"  Calls a deep, baritone voice from somewhere close in the caves.

"Rudyard? Baker? Peter?  It be Runt."  Follows a youthful soprano.

Then, several things all happen at once.

"Magnus!"  Terri shouts, stepping back a half of a step, her eyes peeled on the crossbow before her.

"It's the kid!"  Rudyard gasps.  Lisa too, recognizes the second voice and name together as those of the young scamp who had hidden in one of their wagons on the trip southward, an unwitting member of the caravan who had paid his way through song and entertainment.

There isn't much time to reminisce however, for the guards too, seem to be moving things into action.

"Grab her!"  The crossbowman shouts.

The man with the axe stuffs the weapon back in his belt and lunges at Terri, though he trips somewhere along the way and stumbles forward, stepping past Terri as she sidesteps around to the side.

Lisa shuffles upwards to her knee, ready to dive forward if the chance presents itself...

OOC:  Combat map presented for scale.  You are in a kneeling position (the best I can do within the scope of the rules for getting your feet under you).  Terri is over 10 feet away, not to mention there's a lot going on, so it's possible that Terri just didn't hear you when you whispered to her.

Both bandits are facing your direction.

It's my fault for not fully fleshing out all the other NPC's though it should be clear to you that all of them are either simple merchants (not fighters) or are significantly injured.  Most of them are trying right now to look very small as there is a crossbow pointed their way.

It's highly possible that you could cast a spell right now without being noticed based on the darkness/shadows and the distractions.  However, that doesn't mean that they won't immediately notice a fireball that springs to life in your hand.  Note that ignite fire has all the normal distance penalties (-1 per hex away from you, each grid square is 10 feet or roughly 3 hexes) if are casting it on something you can't touch.

Lisa raises a hand, rising to her feet, "Please, sir, is there..", and tentatively taking a pace forwards, "..a toilet here? I need a pee."

Lisa stands up with her hand raised, hoping to inject a moment of calm, or else at least distract from the immediate tension.  She barely even has a word out of her mouth however, before the stumbled man locks eyes with her, his fear and uncertainty painted across his face.

"They're fighting!"  The man shouts, and Lisa is horrified as he continues his step forward, lurching his axe at Lisa's unarmored chest!

"Terri!"  The shout comes from outside the cell again, eager and determined.

"No!"  Terri shrieks as she steps with the man, swinging the stone hidden in her hand at the back of his head!

Lisa feels the disturbed air as the axe cleaves the space between her chin and her chest, the blade missing her by the narrowest of margins!  Terri seems to connect with her own swing, though the guard does little more than wince at the blow.

The room descends into chaos!  Shouts echo off the walls and Rudyard rumbles to his knees to the side of Lisa.

Twang!

The crossbow thrums from across the prison and Terri screams and falls!

Lisa is now alone, the guard bearing his axe and readying for another swing!

"Shit!  They're coming!"  The other guard shouts from the door of the cell.  "Stop right there or we kill them all!"

OOC:  Multiple things happening here that has resulted in the combat.  If you want to try and talk the guard down, roll vs. diplomacy, though note that there will be an unknown penalty to your roll.

Please post 2 seconds worth of action, with appropriate active defenses.

Note that I changed the icon for Rudyard, the rest of the friendly NPC's are either injured or unmoving as of yet.

"Hey! please don't kill me. I only wanted the toilet. A bush wound do," says Lisa, arms raised.
She opens the top of her vest, "We can, you know, have fun?"

If still alive and the bloke is trying to damage her, she shouts, "Terri's in here! Hurry!! She's dying!" and skuttles away from the axeman as far as she can. Lisa frantically does everything she can to avoid any incoming attack.

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OOC:
16:09, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 12 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,4,6.  Diplomacy 12.
16:13, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 8 using 3d6 with rolls of 1,1,6.  Dodge with Retreat 12

16:18, Today: Lisa Rufbin rolled 12 using 3d6 with rolls of 6,5,1.  All out defence dodge with retreat.

Lisa redoubles backwards as the guard approaches her with his axe, opening her blouse at the front in an effort to use all of her scant resources...  Though her words are drowned out by a shriek from the hallway beyond.

"ei… ei… Ei … Ei … EIIIII!!!  KUNT MAYITAN LIDHALIK!”

The guard seems unable to process all of the information, his eyes are wild and he does not even look upon Lisa's exposed chest.  Instead, he hurls his axe forward again, forcing Lisa to turn and stumble backwards away from the blow!

Lisa shouts to what she assumes are Terri's friends, sparing a glance to Terri herself who is awake but writhing on the floor, holding her leg which is pierced deeply by a protruding crossbow bolt.

Something is happening at the door of the cell, clashes and shouts echo off the walls!

After another wild swing from the guard (which Lisa again manages to evade), the man turns his head back, looking to see how his partner fares.  Though instead of the other bandit coming in through the cell door, two wolves spring in through the door!

Bedlam ensues!  The guard shouts in horror, slashing his axe out wildly again, though the blow is well off the mark, and the twin beasts lunge forward with happy murder dancing in their eyes.  One of the wolves darts in low, sinking his teeth into the leather of the man's boot, the other darts to the other side, flanking the guard and crouching low, readying for a strike of his own!

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