Turn 3, Floor 1: "Diplomacy"Looking up; Abel grits his teeth and does the only thing he could in this situation, shouting: "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" at the voice.
Closing eyes to get them a bit used to the darkness.
You get a reply of more mocking laughter.
"Want? Who says I have to want something? You're free to do as you like... though you might end up as a rotting corpse."More laughter.
[2] Closing your eyes just disorients you when you open them again.
Kiaphus does the same, and moves towards the middle of the group.
[6] You close your eyes and attempt to navigate by touch and sound. [1] Needless to say this involves bumping into a lot of people before stumbling into a wall and falling onto the hard stone floor.
Ow.
Abby searches the room for useful things.
[3] Hm... Oh. That's odd.
There's a door to the left, just before the junction. It's stone, and there's an image on it of... a gaping maw, you think.
"...Why are you so upbeat"
Seek light nearby.
[3] Hm... the light doesn't seem to have an obvious source.
Elizo walked slightly behind the group, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to clean it of stray debris and muttering complaints about the kidnappers stealing his ivory comb. After the expendable commoners ahead stopped, he took the opportunity to right his appearance as much as he could in the near darkness, and yelled into the darkness straight ahead.
"Whatever you want for my freedom, I'll pay! Let me out!"
Fix appearance. Attempt ransom.
Rather cruel-sounding laughter echoes from behind and above you. You turn, but still can't see anything.
"The only thing I want from you," the same voice from before says unpleasantly, now coming from the darkness nearby,
"Is usefulness.""...Well, we'd better get a move on, lads!"
Garret takes out a trio of juggling balls, If he has any, and rolls them towards the light.
You are sadly bereft of juggling balls. These monsters, have they no sense of decency?!
Morry follows mostly behind the others.
"Somehow, splitting up doesn't seem like a... great idea." He frowns at the rich tailor, hands tucked under his arms. "I hope they don't want money..."
You shuffle forward a bit, but the group mostly stays together and still.
Abel (DiezIrae)
5/5 HP
+1 Looking Tough
A blue-haired, blue-eyed man with a large but fragile frame.
Aira Kellel (Tiruin)
5/5 HP
+1 Brewing
A brown-haired, green-eyed woman with fair skin and a slight build.
Elizo von Heinz (Nirur)
5/5 HP
+1 Tailoring
A well-groomed, slightly fat man in fancy attire.
Morry (Wirevix)
5/5 HP
+1 Pickpocketing
A small, brown-haired, grey-eyed young man.
Matthew Sarthale (Caellath)
5/5 HP
+1 Medic
Brown-haired, light-eyed, fairly average-looking young man.
Verock the Destroyer King (Spinal)
5/5 HP
+1 Performing
Short, unimposing man with curly black hair and feeble-looking arms.
Kiaphus (GreatWyrmGold)
5/5 HP
+1 Bullshitting Superior Officers
Man who looks like a proud, brave, skilled warrior, when he remembers to keep up the act.
Abby Redwood (Zako)
5/5 HP
+1 Blacksmithing
Fit young woman with dark green eyes, lightly tanned skin, and brown hair tied back in a short ponytail.
Garret McEarnest (greenstarfanatic)
+1 Juggling
Muscular scotsman, complete with red beard and hair.