[OOC] Escape from the Prison Mine

[DX3214]

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[Zapdos]

To the people accepted, I'll PM you a link to the Discord! We have lots of great characters, I can only hope my roleplay lives up to them.

@ZapdosThere you go, bossman. Let me know if anything needs changing.

Titus Hart CS

In the dreary stone cell, the big brute known as Kruger recited his message while [NAME] Titus Hart scrawled the words in the form of a letter. The [AGE] 21 year old often provided his services as a scribe to other prisoners - an easy way to gain favour with the right men. Kruger had influence due to his time served and his effective ability to beat the living shit out of most who stood against him.

"And errr... just... I love you... n all that."

Titus looked up at the man, the usual dispassionate expression on his face. "Perhaps something a tad more endearing would be better?" Kruger's quizzical reaction only made him look dumber than usual. Titus elaborated, a performative tone reminiscant of the stage.

"My love for you defies the heights of mountains and the brights of stars,
Let it be your warmth until I have you in my arms."

Kruger's face lit up. "Ooh, that's fancy. She'll like that - put that."

Titus scrawled the last of the letter and signed it with Kruger's name. Then folded the paper in two. "I'll make sure the guard gets it."

[APPEARANCE] Standing up, his 6' 1" height had Titus at eye-level with the thug, although at 170lbs and no skills in combat, he wasn't even close to having the same kind of presence as Kruger. Nonetheless, he had something of an aura of his own. He kept himself well groomed - a blade for shaving, water to slick his hair and clean his face. Even his prison garmants seemed better-kept than most around him. And his fearless, piercing gaze never wavered. Even when he first arrived at Northern Redemption District and was intimidated and bullied to no end.

"What do I owe you, Titus?" Kruger asked after patting the younger man on the arm with a meaty hand.

"Nothing for now, I may come to you for a favour another time," was the reply. "Just continue to keep your goons in line, if you would be so kind."

Kruger nodded briskly. He turned to leave, but paused and turned back, deciding to finally ask what he'd been wondering for a while. "Your face don't fit in this place. Where'd you come from, eh?"

[BACKGROUND]Titus sat back down on the edge of the bed and crossed one leg over the other. "I was born to Penelope Hart and some horny nobleman. I grew up in Richmond - hardly rich, to be perfectly fair, but what small town is. Had a good childhood, a close relationship with my grandmother, a small band of friends. Left town when I was 16, went to the city to seek my fortune - and fortune I found. And enjoyed. Until it came to an end."

"How'd you end up here?"

"Failed heist on the Golden Sun's Treasury." Kruger's eyebrows shot up, impressed. It was always so weird to Titus to hear prisoners be impressed with grand failure. The bigger the failure, the worse your sentence, the more impressed people were. Stupid. "The city tax house. Was going swimmingly well until one of our team doomed us all by... well... a chain is only as strong as it's weakest link. The details are inconsequential now. We were arrested, sentenced and split up. I was sent here with a life sentence to serve."

"You must have some skills then, being in that kinda game, eh."

[CLASS AND SKILLS]"Me? I'm but a simple alchemist. I'm familiar with mixtures and compounds for healing, poisoning and other delights. But my main role on in our gang was on matters of explosives." Titus looked up at Kruger to gauge his reaction to this. Long had the prospect of escaping this prison mine been on his mind. Kruger may be another valuable ally in this endeavour (he'd already met other interesting characters who he'd marked as such.) Kruger didn't react in any particularly notable way - he was impressed and surprised, as to be expected. "Anyway," Titus moved on swiftly. "We will be late for supper, should we get moving?"

@Saiyan

Great work as always! Titus is accepted.

Mhin

Name: Mhin.
Age: Unknown (close to 20 – 22)

Appearance:


Personality:
All assassins need to be vicious and cruel…. Well, not this one. Mhin is the definition to wolf on sheep’s clothes. Seems cheerful and even a little naïve, with her big smiles and clear eyes, makes you want to protect her and keep her away from the cruel world. But in reality, she’s much sharper than most, with a temper of a goblin and a sailor’s mouth, her words are only as sharp as her blades and as harsh as stones. She would smile at you cutely while slashing your throat. Passion and courage with a dash of sarcasm is the perfect doze for trouble, and despite the fact that she did train being the “perfect assassin” she is still young, which tends to come with little to no patience; it is not that she goes through live looking for trouble or fights, but she doesn’t back down from a challenge nor a fight. Whether you’re a woman, men or troll, she’ll take you just to shut you up.

Using people and throwing them out is the things she had to learn in the company of the assassins, so she does that without a second thought, always expecting people to stab you in the back is actually the best way to preventing that from happening —at least, that’s what she believes—. Always keeping people at arm’s length, not looking for company or understanding, but peace and money.

But past the harsh exterior, you’ll find a lost girl that had to learn to punch back. Loyal to the ones she considers her peers; she’ll have your back whenever you need it. Lonely, who most of the time still sees the weakly street urchin she was when looking in the mirror —which is why she lashes out when provoked— exhausted to always having to prove a point.

Backstory:
The first memories she has of the world, are of a damp and humid alley. Shadows and hunger clung to her, just as the smell of rotten food did to her rags. Her feet always hurting from the harsh streets and her eyes hollow, voided of life. She used to ask her self why some people had so much while she had nothing, why would she be destined to a life of poverty and hunger when there were people fatter than the pigs at the butchery? Life wasn’t fair, so why should she just root with the rest of the orphans on the street? Those thoughts are what got her into stealing from the travelers who were camping in the forest near the village where she lived, becoming more cunning as time past, until one day she targeted a bigger fish than she thought.

The crow could’ve killed her without a thought, but she had impressed him not only by her being as silent as a breeze, but also because of the courage —or stupidity— she had on targeting someone like him. So, he offered her the chance of being part of the assassin’s group, and since the alternative was either that or die, the child accepted, the rest is history.

The last step to becoming a full-fledged talon of the Crows.
She had been in training and had already participated on a few missions her self —as most street urchins that caught the Crows’s interest— but there was only a few selected that got the chance to actually have a meaningful place amongst the assassin’s group, even fewer made it to a full Crow —the leaders and very top of it all—. The last mission was always a mystery, but she could never have expected it to be that hard; One moment she was dinning with the rest of the rookies and the next, she was being dragged to the very entrance of the prison mines, with only a small note hidden away on her undergarments that read: ”Good luck”.

Luck was not going to get her out of there. Luck was not what had gotten her to be taken by a crow when she was but a meekly little girl with big eyes and fast hands… no, luck was a bitch.
Class: Assassin.
Notable skills or abilities:
- Stealth, she’s as quiet as there is, merely a breeze of the wind or a trick of the eyes.
- Flexibility and good at climbing without support.
- Good with blades and throwing knives.
- Close ranged combat.
Anything else:
- She’s 5’3 which makes her great for small places and faster than the big guys.
- She’s terrified of any type of spiders.
- She suspects there is someone from the assassins guild in there with her, but knows she only must escape.

@Tora

Accepted! I'll probably PM you at some point regarding that mission to talk about any plans you may have.

@Zapdos - for your consideration.

Cailin

Name: Cailin

Age: 21

Appearance

A half-human dark elf, skin the color of bluish-gray ash, eyes bright as blood, hair like a moonbeam. Of course, she doesn't quite look as nice now as when she was captured. Her head is locked inside an iron helmet, all one can see is her red eyes and chapped lips. She's thinner now, wiry from the work in the mine, her nails torn and jagged, her hands rough from the mining labor.

One might mistake her for a child, as she's shorter than the others.

Personality: She's wary, preferring a corner at her back, sleeps in a corner, keeps to herself mostly, speaking as little as possible (her words echo in the helmet), slow to trust. Sounds tired (the seal of the Dead God does that to the magic-inclined), prone to sarcasm (and the occasional scream-fest, which most can barely hear but echoes for a while in her helmet.)

Backstory

The mage Zamyer, bearing some sort of grudge against the kingdom's rulers (taxes, code enforcement, labor relations), decided to take over the kingdom by producing his own crown prince. So on the prince's wedding night, he was bespelled by a dark elf enchantress, who delivered seven months later a crying half-human baby to the wizard.

"This.. is a girl," Zamyer scowled.
"Ah, I wasn't sure you knew the difference."
"But I wanted a boy!"
"The magic ensured a shorter pregnancy, not the sex of the child."
"But what am I to do with... this?" he demanded angrily, poking at Cailin.
"Not my problem. Pay me or regret it."

The girl was fobbed off on Mrs. Green, the housekeeper, who named her Cailin. She was raised in the tower, seeing people only at a distance when the sun went down. Eventually the wizard had his Man at Arms / army scout Briggs teach Cailin how to be a thief, in case she proved useless in his takeover bid.

His man, however, drank far too much one night in the town's tavern and told the towns people everything. Word soon reached the king, who dispatched riders to capture Zamyer and the half-princess. When the king and queen saw her, they realized Cailin had the family resemblance. They chopped off Zamyer's head for his part in the plot, but could not bring themselves to kill her. Instead, they locked her in an iron helmet to hide her face. To ensure she could not use magic, they impressed the seal of the Dead God into the helmet.

They then sent her to prison - but instead of a tower off the coast, the guards delivered Cailin to the mine instead - getting free beer and a bribe.

She's been a prisoner here for three or four years now. Or was it five?

Class: Rogue (thief)

Notable skills or abilities:
She can see in the dark, climb, swim (better without her helmet), pick locks, disable traps, fight with a short sword and dagger, throw a knife, shoot a bow, use a sling, and hide herself.

Anything else: Light-blindness. Guards cover her helmet on bright days to get her to the mine.
She's can't hear too well in the helmet.
Seal of the Dead God saps at the wearer's magic.
Dark elves are not the most trusted of people. They're only up at night.

@Expendable

I'm kinda confused, though I admit that could be from all the CSes I've been reading. Why is her magic sealed and how did a random mage make a dark elf baby from two humans? That could be an iffy thing due to some of stuff for the royals I have planned.

and done thought of complicating it and adding more info and data but i am the sort of guy who makes simple stuff and then let is grow complex as the story goes by.

Vígdís

Vígdís

Age: 19

physical description: Vígdís is 1.6 meeters tall and has a low weight, her body has rough skin tanned, burned with many marks of whips and her musclues are low. She is also more thin but more agile then her peers.

Personality: Vígdís is young while many would tell that in her age she would be rash and prone to stupid decisions. Something she does but unfrotunetly most of the time is the oposite raised under the whip and the blood hound she is quiet and timid and prone being scared easily.

While her world is one of darkness she dreams often and is curious and even ambitious especialy when dealing with her other gift of magic and sorcery a blessing by the gods according to her people something information she is limited to gain information but she stills seeks fervourishly. One thing she bottles up in her soul is extreme anger against her captors a hatred unable to be extinguished.

Backstory: Vígdís is considered one of the few who were born in slavery compared to captured, warriors, cultists, mercenaries, criminals and many others. She was born in shackles her tribe was raided and her mother was carryng her at the time. She soon was born in the mines and since infancy was grown in the darkness seeing little of the sun, moon and stars which were considered sacred by her people.

Growing up hearing tales from her mother and the few people that was from her culture allowed her to speak the language of the Úgraklenian clans and with it she also grew up discovering something else. Magic in her blood awoke what her people called the call of the ancients a power focused on life and what is called dead magic a extremely religious symbol for the Úgraklenian tribes which was imediatly locked behind a necklace with a gemstone blocking her powers causing a small riot that killed her mother and most of her tribe leaving her mostly alone.

Growing up in the mines she saw her new family as nothing more then just the few friends she made after the disaster and the last remaining members of her tribe before they got moved. With the whippings and beatings she soon grew to be quiet and silent to many but still very attentative and curious her powers still fuel her curiosity and her ambition some say. The guards especialy try to make sure she uses little of her powers since for then the gift as it is called is believed to be incredibly dangerous due to its potential.

As her adult age began she still works in the mines but dreams now of the futuer and leaving and returning to her homeland to where her family was before she was born here. To learn of her people and to learn more of her powers whatever the cost may take and whatever fate and destiny the gods of above tell her to do for it.

Class: Sorceress The powers of a sorcerer are of unknown origin and limit, controlers of a mystic energy called the Aether that lies within then. The usage is considered dangerous but powerfull capable of doing nearly all with enough training and mastery one can be powerfull. But at the same time one can grow sickly from its effect and according to some worse.

Notable skills or abilities:

Fire Magic: A very easy skill she managed to adquire early on especialy fueled by her anger. A power centered around the control, creation and usage of flames and fire albeit limited. Its growth has incresed recently thanks to her training attempts even if sparks the power is increesing.

Healing powers: Mostly focused on her own body the power can heal her body from wounds and stop bleeding she can also focus said power into others albeit it is limited thanks to her collar. Healing others is still quite weak compared to her incresed resilence but she still is increesing her abilities in that front.

Darken mage: A form of control of shadows that she uses for puppet shadow shows in free time for fun. At the same time it is also considered a more dangerous form of power since usage for her has prooven to cause her to be sick from overexposure compared to her others powers.

Agility: (not magic) While she may look week, thin and only usefull for her magic skills she is quite agile and dextrous.

Anything else: She wears a collar that restricts her powers and has a pendent around her wrist with the symbol of the moon,sun and stars mixed into one.

@DX3214

I'll have to send a PM regarding your CS so we can discuss it without cluttering this thread.

[Expendable]

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I'm kinda confused, though I admit that could be from all the CSes I've been reading. Why is her magic sealed and how did a random mage make a dark elf baby from two humans? That could be an iffy thing due to some of stuff for the royals I have planned.

@Zapdos

The dark elf enchantress cast the spell on the prince to make him think she was his bride. The enchantress is the one who gave birth to Cailin.

Her magic is sealed because she's a dark elf who's been raised by a wizard, and they don't want to take any chances (nor did he). Perhaps they think she's an assassin? Or possibly another dark elf prisoner managed to remove their seal and left behind a trail of corpses? There's always the possibility it's there to prevent her being removed from her intended prison by magic? Not a lot of trust in the kingdoms for Dark Elves.

I don't want to mess up your royals, so what if she's from a nearby kingdom (not necessarily next door) and the guards (perhaps bribed by a court official) brought her to this kingom's prison mine to make some extra money? Your kingdom has a port, yes?

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Or if you like, I can swap her out for a goblin rogue, formerly a member of a circus that was forced to close when a lord bought up all the debts and foreclosed on them. He was after the ringmaster's young daughter, but she managed to escape. The lord accused the circus people as trying to conspire against him, and they all got locked up, and the goblin got sent to the mines?

And no, he would not have sent the ringmaster's young daughter to the mines.

[Zapdos]

@Expendable yeah, the second option is much better, actually. As long as the noble isn't part of the ruling family, I see no narrative conflicts. Sorry you have to rework your CS, but there were a few major things that wouldn't be plausible given the setting.

[ProxyInc]

Erith Thornhollow

Erith Thornhollow

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^{_{Sandy blond hair is kept in a lose and messy braid down the nape of the young man’s neck; tapering off just a little below his broad shoulders. The color was a soft contrast against his pallid skin. A warm flush of cinnamon seemed to be permanently burnt across sharp cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. Erith was about average as a feyling goes when it came to height. An impressive five foot and two inches, three if he was standing exceptionally straight that day. Though most days you could find him hunched over something, fumbling or fidgeting with something in those blocky, stubby fingers of his.
Erith loved to tinker with things and it showed. Strong muscles corded around his arms and lead into strong, thick fingers. His palms well worn and calloused with years of wear on them. Even his clothes usually bore smudges of oil and grease deep into the tawny dyed fabrics. While the patchwork pockets sown haphazardly on were filled with various bolts and debris.
His tail was a great aid while he worked. The color a few shades darker than the hair upon his head though by the end of a day’s work it was often just as dark as the stains upon his shirt. But regardless of the grime and the mess—Erith’s sky blue eyes remained unclouded. Chipper in the way they would sparkle beneath the flames of a nearby torch. With just a touch of mischief that would curl at the corners of full lips. He often looked like he was lost in thought and perhaps he was; or at least musing over some well-kept secret.}}
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Age

^Twenty-three

Personality

^{Erith has been compared to a painfully bright spot of sun on a dreary cloudy day more than once. Known for his pointless rambling, nearly nauseous optimism, and short attention span. Everything he does, he does loudly and would be comedic if it often didn’t end with him in some sort of trouble. Mischief is in his DNA and even if he wanted to lead a straight forward life there was just too much for him to discover still. And discovery often means skirting the law—or at least bending the rules just a tad.
The artificer burns to know how everything works. And he does mean everything; people included.}

Backstory

<sup>”Huh? What? No, I didn’t—well, actually,” Erith paused, eyes flickering over his shoulder and back at the crude, worn cloth his tail was wrapped tightly around. The evidence was damning. Not that he had a leg to stand on even without it. Word got around quickly when there was nothing else to do but work, avoid torture, starve, and sleep. Erith, the absent minded thief. Stupid tail.
He looked back at the towering man before him. Blood vessels throbbed around those graying temples, blood shot eyes wide and shaking in their rage. The man's lips were thin and peeled back over rotting teeth.”Listen, it’s not that I want your dirty rag of a blanket. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever smelled such a combination of foul odors. Really, what are you eating? Did you know that even with the slop here that you can work around and eat better? It’ll definitely give you a more pleasant aroma. Though. Maybe it’s a sign of something gone wrong within? Erith had already lost the plot. His arms folded across his chest while his tail waved the soiled blanket in the air like a flag behind him.

”Oh for fucks sake, just shut up!” The man bellowed, his anger now shifted to annoyance. His dirt stained hands ripped the cloth out from Erith’s grasp, him startling in return. ”Stay to your side if you know what’s good for you.” The threat was thin. It wasn’t like there was much room for anyone, anywhere. They all knew it. And as before Erith would be tossed to another cell. Another group. Where he would eventually fall into another misunderstanding.

With a heady sigh the feyling slumped backwards and against the cool wall. This was how he landed here in the mines in first place. Though one could argue—actually, he did argue. In front of everyone. That it was the Nobleman's fault in the first place. The memory sat soured at the forefront of his brain. Why carry around such shiny bobbles if he didn’t want to talk about it? It wasn’t Erith’s fault that it was so flimsy either. He shook his head at how easily the thing had shattered in his hands. The look upon the small gathering crowd's face as the realization settled in. Thoigh he suppose it cpuld have ended in a worse way. After all if he hadn’t been sold here where would he be? Sat locked away. Bored with nothing to do. At least here he got to use tools and scoured the earth for new material.</sup>

Class

^Artificer

Notable skills or abilities

^{Shapeshift: Erith can change his shape to any person he’s visibly seen with limitations. He can only hold the shape for two hours maximum and can only grow about a foot larger than his actual size.
Magical tinkering/infuse item: Can imbue object and tools that he has working knowledge of with skills and enchantments that are bereft of the objects natural purpose.
Prehensile tail: Erith’s tail acts and serves as an extra arm. While it isn’t as strong as his actual arms it still can carry and move objects up to fifteen pounds.
Night vision: A natural trait from his fey heritage, Erith can see up to twenty feet in the dark or more in dimly lit spaces.}

Anything else:

^{Eirth is a kleptomaniac. Not by choice but driven by compulsion and egged on by his need to take things apart. Often his tail is the culprit, nabbing and dipping into pockets on a whim.}

Let me know if I need to fix or change anything ^^;

[Zapdos]

@ProxyInc we discussed the changes needed on Discord, so you're approved!

[Fetzen]

Is this still open for newcomers to apply ? :)

[Zapdos]

@Fetzen it is, yes! Feel free to submit a character sheet and I'll be happy to answer any questions you may have.

[Expendable]

@Zapdos

Rizx

Name: Rizx Skobati Kergix Ironyell

Age: 19

Appearance: This tiny goblin puts you in mind of a clockwork device. She has narrow brown eyes that are like two acorns. Her silky, straight, black hair is short and ragged, hidden partially under a ragged and faded brown cloth. She is short and has a wasp-waisted build. Her skin is olive drab. There are flogging scars on her back that can ache in cold weather, itch when it's muggy.

Personality: Angry, resentful, but wary, having had her trust betrayed a few times. However, once you’ve won her trust, she’s very true.

Backstory:

It isn't easy being a goblin. You find some isolated place to settle, do a little farming, a little hunting and gathering, make a little goblin ale (glah), some seed cake, and the next thing you know, the big people are storming the village. The survivors move on to some new place to hide, start to fill in their numbers, and the whole thing starts again. They did learn, however, that the big people had a strange fascination for chests and began leaving one in the center of the village. They'd then fill it with bits of armor, weapons, shiny rocks and what coins they manage to scrounge. It worked, more of the villagers escaped the raids as the distracted big people began digging through it.

The big people concerned Rizx. She searched out their huge sprawling villages and would creep around at night, watching and listening, hoping to find out why they would attack them. She learned enough of their language to speak to them, sometimes talking to the little big people, the children, becoming their "imaginary" friend - although she learned to stay away from the long ears, the tricky ones. However, it did little to tell her why the big people would raid their village.

Then, one day a strange town of tents appeared in a field, filled with strangely dressed big people, and even some who were more her size yet not goblins or children. This, she learned, was a circus. She managed to sneak into the tents and watch from under the stands as they did their acts. Rizx overheard some children talking about running away with the circus, and wondered if she could, too. When they left, she followed. It took some time, but the circus people began noticing how little things were being done, like mending the canvas, sorting out the ropes, but never touching their food supplies. It was hard to avoid their sharp eyes, but the long ears told the ring master about Rizx, and eventually she spoke to him, asking to join.

She became another of their acts in the side show, the Tamed Goblin, which made her laugh as it was the big people who needed tamed, she thought. She also worked with the roustabouts, doing minor repairs, helping with the rigging, and various jobs a circus needed her to do. Then, part-way through the season, a lord appeared with his troop of men, and ordered all the circus folk to line up and pass beside his wagon. He wasn’t interested in any of the men, flicking them away irritably, but his attention lingered over the women, even herself. The lord seemed particularly interested in the owner’s young daughter. Rizx noticed the owner’s son, who did this weird act where he and his sister would rapidly change places on the stage, was noticeably absent.

She thought it was all over with after the lord departed, but within the month the lord bought out all the outstanding debts the circus had and demanded payment. Or the owner’s daughter, as an indentured servant. It was a few nights later she saw the owner’s son, running across the fields, away from the circus. An hour later, the troops of the lord came, demanding payment or the owner’s daughter – who was nowhere to be found. They went through all the wagons, then began questioning everyone. When that didn’t work, the lord ordered them all arrested for conspiracy.

Rizx wound up at the prison mine, where the guards and some of the prisoners were abusive. She was denied a bunk, so she found a corner to sleep in and a tattered blanket and began planning her escape.

Class: rogue (theif)

Notable skills or abilities:
She can see quite a way into the dark, very handy in the mine.
Can climb very well, knows her knots, and how to use a block and tackle.
Able to pick locks, improvising her own lockpicks, disarm simple traps – or set them.
Rizx is a scrounger, she can palm items and pick pockets.
Swims like a fish.

Anything else: has crude lockpicks.

[Zapdos]

@Expendable my apologies, I've been traveling and forgot to respond! I'll look at this and let you know what I think. Thank you!

Edit: I read your CS. I wasn't going to have racism be a part of the roleplay, but maybe goblins have had less contact with humans and so are considered less "civilized?" What do you think?

That isn't any reason to deny your CS though; it is approves! I'll send you a link to the Discord server.

[Zapdos]

The first post has been made! Feel free to write about the day your character had or what led them to be where they are now. If you need someone to bounce ideas off of or have any questions, let me know. Please have your post finished by the end of the day EST next Tuesday, June 6th. I'm excited to write this story with you all!

[Expendable]

@Expendable my apologies, I've been traveling and forgot to respond! I'll look at this and let you know what I think. Thank you!

Edit: I read your CS. I wasn't going to have racism be a part of the roleplay, but maybe goblins have had less contact with humans and so are considered less "civilized?" What do you think?

That isn't any reason to deny your CS though; it is approves! I'll send you a link to the Discord server.

@Zapdos

S'ok, I just returned from my own trip.

Sorry, it's just in most fantasy games, the goblins are one of the monsters. And no, there's not a lot of contact between goblins and the other races. Most of other races are too big, too loud, and never introduce themselves properly.

[Zapdos]

I'm almost finished with my next post! I encourage everyone to plan out how they want to proceed with getting access to the master map through Discord chat, OOC chat and/or PM (since Saiyan isn't on Discord). If you have ideas that you want to discuss with me, feel free! Titus has a vial of sleep alchemy, so if your character has a skill that could be utilized in a small way as well, please talk to me about that. Creativity is fun, as long as it isn't power gaming. I look forward to seeing what you think of!

[Saiyan]

If there's no plan yet, then here's an idea. If anyone wants to edit it or reject it, cool...

Let's say that Kristo, Mihn, Max, Rizx and Mort share a 5-man cell. 1 guard on duty tonight.

Mihn and Max pretend to have a fight in the evening, to draw the guard on duty to their cell, then they beat the crap out of him, tie him up and take his cell key.

Dress Kristo in the guard's uniform. Unlocks cell with the rest of the party. He uses charisma 100 to escort Titus past the guard at the entrance of the Guard House. Mihn and Rizx in the shadows in case they fail the persuasion check and need to quietly kill/KO the 2nd guard.

Once the party have the map, they regroup outside the Guard House and we go from there.

Anyone up for that?

Or maybe Erith instead of Mort in the 1st cell where the fight takes place, as he's more believable as the cause of a fight lol

[The Savant]

The real question is, are we confident with Kristo's charisma and disguise abilities? I mean, I am all up for anything.

[Vox Angelis]

I'm too dumb for plans. Point and click tell, Maxim will do all the muscle work you need. All is fine with me.

[Expendable]

Co-ed prisons always surprise me.

[The Savant]

Co-ed prisons always surprise me.

@Expendable

Co-ed prisons can have a lot of things go wrong in them or inconvenient things.

[ProxyInc]

Or maybe Erith instead of Mort in the 1st cell where the fight takes place, as he's more believable as the cause of a fight lol

@Saiyan

Are you saying my sweet Erith would cause ruckus?!

Cause if so . . . You'd be absolutely correct he would love this idea.

[Tora]

Y'know that scene from The Lion King where Pumbaa and Timon act like a distraction? Yeah...that would be Kristo and Erith hahaha