Now As a Scholar,
Now As a Fool.
So They Appear on Earth,
The Free Men.
That was the saying you were taught ever since you were a small boy. It had always given you some semblance of peace in trying times. But being bound in chains, you felt anything but free.
Black metal shackles were bound around your hands. A pair of onyx hued, rust encrusted chains ran down to your shackled feet. For added good measure, chords of metal ran from each shackle to the stone wall, making it impossible for you to move more than three feet from it. The chamber was dark, a single flickering torch across from your cell and flittering hues from the barred window your only sources of light. Your cell…more evidence of your freedom.
Molding hay provided what little comfort the cell offered, and there was not enough of it. An occasional gust of wind from one of the barred windows would send the rank assortment of plant fiber twirling about in the wind, sometimes leaving the sparse piles out of reach of your bruised feet. The cold of the stone always came pulsing up your body through your feet when that happened, leaving you to shudder. What clothes you might have come here with, you weren’t clad in anything now. Even gentle breezes sent you into fits of shivers. You might not be free, but you were naked.
Cursing your misfortune, you huddle in a corner of the chamber. You try to position yourself so that when another whirlwind sailed through the window, you would not be in the way. Head down, staring at your bruised and lashed torso and legs, your mind begins turning over how you got into this mess.
Why are you in prison?
>We stole a local lord’s heirloom that had been in his family for generations. Correction, we almost stole a local lord’s heirloom. If we hadn’t tripped on our way out the window and broken the treasure, we might not be here now. We are scheduled to be hung tomorrow.
>We were caught outside after curfew. With the way the werewolves have been getting of late, no one is allowed on the streets at night after dark. We are now suspected of being a lycanthrope. We are scheduled to be hung tomorrow.
>We were a hedge mage performing in the King’s court for supper. For our first act we turned the queen into a newt. For our last act, we forgot how to turn her back. We are scheduled to be hung tomorrow.
This looks like it might be interesting. 1.
Option 2, please~
We have a tie, which I as GM reserve the right to break.
HP: 12 (Base*Lvl) + (Con*Lvl) (5*2)+(1*2))
Action options will now include modifiers stemming from the statistics that influence said action. These attributes can also be used to make customized options you can suggest, however the modifier that is ultimately applied is up to GM discretion.
>Bonus Unlocked: Lycanthrope – Every night phase, you must roll a will save, DC 15. On a failure, you turn into a werewolf. You enter a crazed frenzy, your consciousness fading and being replaced by raw animalistic urges. These animalistic urges do not abate until the morning. On a success, you gain a +4 bonus to Str and Con, and retain control of your character.
You had been on the run for so long. You’d hitched rides on wagons crisscrossing the kingdom ever since you were bit. You don’t want to cause people any harm, but every night is a struggle against the beast within. When they caught you wandering the streets last night, you had just exited your frenzy. They dragged you through the streets, not willing to take any risks. Was this really how your story was going to end? Hung, for the crime of being cursed? Distraught, you rose from your place coiled against the window. You had to get out. You would not die here.
Glancing over your chains, you considered how you might go about freeing yourself from your bindings and make your escape.
How will you break free from the shackles [If possible, roll a d20 with your selection through the forum. If that isn’t possible, I will roll the dice on my end.]?
>Slip the shackles out from around my hands. While rusting, the metal is tight and secure. It would be difficult to slip free. [+0, Dex]
>Attempt to break through the shackles using raw physical force. It could be done, you’ve done it before in fact. [+2, Str]
>Try to bash the shackles against the stone wall, using the added force of the impact to shatter the metal vices around your hands. [+4, Str]
3. Bard, i think you're going to have to roll. The forum isn't set up with a built in dice roller, and it's easier for you to trust the results if you do it yourself.
You press yourself against the wall, pulling back your arms for a few fleeting seconds, before slapping them as hard as you can against the stone wall.
The shackles around your hands shatter to pieces, their long corroded parts a shattered display on the hay coated stone floor. With your hands free, you are now able to lay flat on the ground. Hoisting your legs back as far as the chains will allow, you bash them against the stone wall. They too shatter to pieces against the unforgiving stone. Finally free of your confines, you begin to stretch yourself out, tensing your muscles, and then relaxing them.
Now that you could finally walk around the cell, it was time to see about getting out of it too. Rising slowly, you make your way to the locked cell gate. A single torch flickers on the opposite side of the grate, its gilded rays dancing along the cool metal bars. Inspecting the lock, you notice it is actually a fairly shoddily made one. Apparently, the guards did not think you were actually too much of a serious threat. They probably only brought you hear to follow the letter of the law.
How do you try to escape the cell?>Slip through the bars [0, Dex]>Try to break through the lock by throwing your weight against the door [+2, Str]>Try to bash open the locking mechanism using the metal fragments lying on the floor [+?, Str]
Option 1. We might not want to make much more noise.
Try to pick the lock with the metal fragments?
Option 1, slip through the bars. That's enough noise for now. If we get stuck we can go back to breaking things.
You opt to try your chances slipping between the bars. Better not to make anymore noise than necessary, the shattering of your shackles might have already raised a few alarms. This is a bit of a struggle on account of how muscular you are, but it isn't so much of a struggle that you cannot at least give it a try.
Unfortunately, you were unable to slide your way through the bars. You almost got your head stuck, but just barely managed to slip it back out.
How will you get out of the cell?>Try to break through the lock by throwing your weight against the door [+2, Str]>Try to bash open the locking mechanism using the metal fragments lying on the floor [+?, Str]>Try to pick the lock using the metal fragment on the ground [0, Dex]
Option 2. Time to go back to breaking things.
Option 2 I guess
Well, well, well, a new quest. Color me interested. Too bad I missed the first choice, but I can't complain.
Hmm… with those stats, sneaking isn't going to be our strong suit. Option 1.