<--- From the Streets of NeverWhere

As ya'll are heading the streets, ya'll see a flash of light as if almost a daytime for a second as a ship appears in the sky.



People start running as the ships tentacles start to grab buildings, and you all notice a tentacle grab a person running and they turn to dust.

The Dragonriders quickly sprung to action and started attacking the ship.

As ya'll begin to take evasive maneuvers the ship is just a little too quick and multiple tentacles grab ya'll each disappearing in time.







You feel the place shaking and you hear dragon roars, as the illithid moved from pod to pod, then heads out of the room as the roars get louder, and the shaking gets rougher.

Everybody's vision is normal, one violent rock breaks one of the pods



better picture of the ship


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Trager's vision blurs for a moment, but he remembers where the opening in his pod was and rushes out, hoping it didn't close before he made it through.

It didn't.

He stood in the center of the room, looking around. Pain shot through his head again and he staggered, clutching his eye. He saw a glint of metal nearby, and spotted EDi. He approached, dropping his hand from his eye and trying to squint enough to see through the pain in his left eye.

"Back up, EDi," he growled.

Giving his head a shake to clear it, EDi was seriously starting to wonder just what in the hells was going on.  At Tragers order, EDi gave a peculiar little head tilt, confused. But this thing is the size of a coffin... Still, he wiggled and fidgeted as best he could in the narrow confines of his pod. After very little, if anything had changed, he gave the old soldier a nod.

"Do it." He braced himself as best he could, and waited.

Everything that you had on you is still with you

Everything shakes again as you head a dragon roar from somewhere uncomfortable close.

Adora groaned but couldn't move to even address the pain. She was in some strange fleshy prison and she didn't like it. She whimpered and mentally called out to the Raven Queen, her patron as a hexblade, to try to save her from this hellhole, this strange creature that would harm the good side of her face.

Gritting her teeth, she summoned the might of her eldritch power and unleashed her Eldritch Blast upon the pod she was in. No one was going to let her out. She would need to do it herself.

In reply to Adora Brellyn (msg # 6):

With a gasp, the force of her eldritch blasts cut through the soft material of her prison. She tumbled free and awkwardly crawled away from the strange fleshy cage.

"Ewewewewewewwwwwww!" She muttered as she moved away.

Adora looked around at the cages, and looking for an exit. And then she spotted Trager.

"T-Trager?" She called, rubbing her left eye.

Trager slid his hammer from the ring on his belt and hefted it in both hands, eyeing the cage on the side away from where EDi was cramped. There might be a locking mechanism of some kind, he mused. Never was good with locks.

He pulled back with the hammer in his right hand and brought it around in a sidearm arc, smashing it into the edge of the cage at EDi's shoulder height.


He heard Adora's cry then, and turned toward her. "Adora! My... cage... popped open when the big shake happened. I'm trying to get EDi out now." He looked around at the other cages. "See if you can free anyone else." He turned back and inspected the damage he'd done to EDi's prison.
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Trager smashes open EDi's cage

There is one exit, that the mind flayer originally came through.

EDi flinched hightily as the hammer struck the fleshy cage holding him, but hummed happily as he felt his restraints sag. Now he could at least move a bit more. With a short grunt and a push from the arm closest to the impact point, the skin of the pod tore enough for him to climb out. After managing to catch his feet, he reached beneath his dirty rug poncho and pulled his pistol.

"Much obliged." He nodded at the old soldier.

Stepping quickly, he went to the only doorway in the chamber and stood just to the inside of it, gun held up and aimed upwards in a ready position. EDi could hardly keep his mind from racing with what was going on. He couldn't even comprehend what was going on. He reverted to his training, both from his initial years at Basic, and what he practiced on his own since he left. All he could do was hope that he was on the blind side of the door if that Whatever that thing was. decided to come back in and finish its task. He turned back to the soldier, and finally noticed that the elf from earlier was there as well. He gave up a quick, hurried wave at the recognition.

"Hey Adora!" The stage whisper carried easily in the room before he turned back to focusing on the doorway.  "Doors covered."

"Hey, not to be a bother, but I could use a bit of help here as well." Brad struggled in vain in his pod.

Despite his calm demeanor, he was in a state of full mental panic, "And would anyone happen to have some disinfecting eyedrops? As disgusting as this sounds, I think my eye may have recently been infected... or infested..."

Isabeau woke with cloudiness in her head. She could open her eye and every time she did, pain over took her head. Placing her hand on her head she cried out in pain. "Ahhh bugger!" Look with her right eye. Realizing that she was trapped in a small cage. Noticing people breaking out of there cages she yell out to them. "Hey do you mind?" Sticking her hand out and pointing to herself. Indicating that she would like some help getting out of this thing.

Adora took Trager's instruction in stride, not needing a fight with a friend right now. She moved toward the first pod and called upon the eldritch powers that granted her her abilities and summoned her long sword to her hand. EDi declared the door covered and she looked over sternly.

"Double check your weapon now and make sure it's loaded, please," she said as she went to the pod occupied with a man asking about eye drops.

"Hate to break it to you, bud, but we all probably will need a cleric after this."  She swung her sword and cut into the pod to try to release the man.

"Or an exterminator," Trager muttered, approaching the Elven maid's cell. He pulled the hammer back and slammed it into the tentacles on the side of the cage.


Once the tentacles were limp, Trager placed the hammer on its head, reached over his shoulder and pulled his shield off of his back, strapping it to his left arm. "What do you see up there EDi?" he called out as he tightened the last strap, flexing his fingers around the grip before lifting the hammer again.

"Of course she is loaded." He said confidently, then quickly opened the weapons breach to double check, snapping it shut with a flick. He was doing his best to stay calm and ready, a good degree of shock was setting in, but after the crazy night he had experienced earlier, he felt as if he were taking things in stride rather nicely, all things considered. The voice of the soldier snapped him back out of his own head, and he responded.

"Door is closed....uhh...." He quickly looked around slapping the wall nearby in several places, not finding any particular or familiar handle or knob or even lever that might serve as an activation for it. "...Uhmm...and I can't figure out how to open it short of making my own hole." 

A hole in the roof of the plaec opens up to show night sky from where a dragon claw just vacated, and ya'll hear a pop, see a bit of smoke as everything feels like it's almost being pulled in different directions then the sensation leaves and looking out at the sky you no longer see stars, more of a swirling infinite cosmic rays.

Like the sky in this picture

not the land part since ya'll are on the ship
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ooc: how high is the ceiling with the hole?

Brad does a quick equipment himself. Rapier, dagger, pack. He gently prods around his eye, resisting the urge to panic. Looks around the room, up and the sky... then takes a deep breath.

Someone want to give me a boost?, He looks at Darhill for assistance. My name is Brad by the way. Man look at that sky.

In reply to Brad (msg # 20):

25 feet or so up

Trager turned to Brad, gray eyes studying him from within his helmet. "Trager," he said finally, his voice like gravel. "And I don't think that's going to be a good way out." He looked up at the hole. "That's about 25, 30 feet up there."  He shook his head, looking back to Brad. "I could probably toss you," he eyed the man up and down, "but it would not be the best idea," he finished. "We're still probably a hundred or so feet off the ground, at least."

He spun the hammer in his right hand. "I think we need to be prepared to fight our way out of here. If you don't already," he nodded at Adora's blade, "you should get a weapon out."

He felt the thrum of battle course through him. Hello, old friend, he thought. He had missed this feeling, he admitted. He had tried not to ever enjoy it too much, but he was a warrior at heart, even after years away from it.
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Brad takes out a simple flute, play the first couple lines of Sure Shot by the Beastie Boys, and a glowing spectral hand appears. Then draws his rapier, and nods at Trager, ”Let’s smoke these tentacle monsters.”

Then he gets an idea...

He looks up to see if there is anything around the hole in the ceiling that the end of a rope could be looped to. If so, he ties a loop at the end of a rope, and carries it up to the hole with mage hand.

In reply to Brad (msg # 23):

You can't really make out anything that you could hook it to

Alright, that’s all I got. Trager, lead the way you beautiful sonofabitch!”

Bardic inspiration to Trager, 1d6 to ability check, attack, or saving throw within next 10min, can use after your roll, but before outcome is known.

Adora waved to the two that had been freed. She gave her left eye a subconscious rub. "I'm Adora."

She went over to where EDi was buy the "door". She began looking it over and poking and prodding, looking for a release.

"Well, if we wanna fight our way out, we have to get out of this room first."

[OOC: 17:40, Today: Adora Brellyn rolled 16 using 1d20+4.  Investigation.]

When Adora heads up to the door with the intent to go through the door, with a fleshy sound it slides open. see a short hallway, with what looks to be another room on the other side

Brad retches a little at the sound of the door opening. Then smiles and says, I’m fine, that was just for effect. He then puts his mage hand on Trager’s shoulder and says, We’re right behind you big guy.
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Oh more about the room since I seem to have lost my facilities shortly. In the middle of the room is the pool where the illithid took the worms from. near the door tot he hallway is a strange contraption with a glowing light in it.

And what you think is a storage chest here in the part of the room off to the side along a wall

the hallway leads into another room looks a lot like this one from here.
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Make sure that's not a will o wisp in the contraption. I always wanted to make a trap like that, so, now I'm always on the lookout.

Brad inspects the pool with the eye-worms. Particularly if there is something in it that sustains the life of the worms, or some way to kill them.

InvestigATION!: 4

But his stomach churns and he quickly looks away.

Adora shuddered with revulsion at the sound the door made and looked back at the room. At the pool the eye worms came from. She reached back and summoned her power, sending a bolt of eldritch force at thepool, hoping to kill whatever was in there still. Then she turned back to the hall.

"We can't wait for the dragon riders to rescue us. I'll go first, unless someone else would rather."

[Ooc: 20:20, Today: Adora Brellyn rolled 13 using 1d20+4.  Eldritch Blast.]
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The blast, blows a hole in the side, and the fluid with the worms all leak out all over the floor, they start crawling this way and that.

Brad retches for realsies this this then begins insulting them one by one. The insults are mostly scatalogical.

maybe we should, uh, let the door flaps close.

Trager spun at the sound of the blast and stared as the slugs began writing across the floor. "Out, now!" he growled, and headed out the door at a run.

He slowed as he approached the far door, crouching low, shield before him, head craning to get a good look around the new room.

20:13, Today: Darhill Trager rolled 24 using 1d20+4 ((20)).

In the middle of the room, there is a platform that looks like it can be activated with a button on the floor of it. There is also a second level here on half the room. You cannot see what is up there. Another hallway on the other side the room has been blocked by debris, but there is a hole in the side of the room to the left of the door.

Brad cuts off his insult assault and follow Trager.

EDi jumped as the weird fleshy door opened itself, and nearly fired in reflex as the empty hallway was revealed. Luckily he didn't though, and was in the middle of congratulating himself when he heard a peculiar blast behind him, along with the splash what some bizarre fluid.  The others were on their feet now, Adora had apparently ruptured the tank holding the little worm things in it.

"What in tarnation are you doing?" He said in a loud, hushed tone. "You're gonna futz up our sneaky getaway, now do like the old man says, and get to moving like you don't want to stick around."

He was in the process of adjusting his tattered bowler cap when he spotted something that looks like a chest or large storage box. He began heading straight towards, hoping that there might be some needed supplies inside. He strode carelessly through the wet puddle on the floor, heedless of if he stepped on any of the struggling worm like creatures and aimed a heavy steel foot at the lid of the chest, in an attempt to open it immediately.
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In reply to Brad (msg # 36):

Umm sure why not go ahead and roll it

In reply to EDi (msg # 37):

You see a glint in the chest

Brad tries to sneakily scoop up one of the eye slugs into a vial and stopper it, but is super obvious about it.

We might need one to know how to be cured.

18:01, Today: Brad rolled 9 using 1d20+4.  sleight of hand .

Isabeau didn't hesitate. She thought the little worms things were just as gross too. Making her move towards the door to get out of here. "Yep I want out of here too." Stopping at the door, taking one last look around her before stepping through it. To what, she was unsure of.

The lid to the container crashed open, splintering a bit at the impact from the steel foot of EDi. Inside, wasn't much, but a certain shiny glint did catch his eye. He stooped down, reaching both hands inside to quickly gather up the few spilled coins back into their coinpurse and take it with him. With a slight spin as he turned, taking one last look around the room, making sure he was the last person there, he redrew his pistola and headed to catch up with the others, making sure to tie the extra coinpurse onto his old rope belt.

"Nothing wrong with a few extras, just in case."   He murmured, mostly to himself as he departed what was once a pool chamber, taking an extra moment to stomp on another worm that was too slow to get away.

As ya'll are entering the next room, ya'll feel the ship begin to seem to lean to one side, which you assume isn't normal.

OOC: What side? The side with the hole in the wall, or the opposite side? Or towards us, or away from us?

sort of leaning away from the hole and a little back

the hole on the other side the room is pretty big, big enough for two humans to stand shoulder to shoulder and fit in it

The room began to tilt, and Trager liked that even less than the worms. He growled deep in his chest, a rumble that settled his nerves. He tightened his grip on the hammer and ran to the hole, stopping near the edge to peer around at what was waiting for them on the other side.

there is a ledge that ya'll could traverse on to sort of bypass the door.

OOC: Is this ledge like... outside the ship? Is it in another room, and all that's left of the floor in that room is this ledge?

No this is apparently outside the ship you can see the "sky" which is pretty much everywhere, the ledge follows the outside of the ship

OOC: Soooo... there's no ground? Just to be sure hahaha

not that you can see

Trager stopped growling and stared at the infinite abyss of night that surrounded them, the dizzying depths stretching and yawning in all directions and yet in none. He stared at an endless fall, an everlasting eternity of solitude that awaited one step outside. In that instant he knew fear, felt it grasp at his heart and squeeze. He felt the touch of death run its cold, unfeeling finger slowly down his neck, like the caress of a lost lover. He had never felt this depth of fear before, and he was certain he never would again. But Trager knew fear, so he did what he did best.

He shut the fuck up and dealt with it.

"That way is the last resort," he called, stepping away from the hole. He eyed the platform, and looked up at the second level.

"Up," he pointed to the second level, "or forward?" he asked, pointing at the door.

OOC: How big is the platform? How big is the room? If the platform were raised, would it connect to the second level?

platform looks to be big enough for two people, the room is about the same size as the last one probably 25 feet from one side to the other, roughly circular, there does seem to be a level up above that is only on one side the room looks to be by design

Adora did as she was told and exited the room they were held in. She hated being told to do things. Doing such things never worked out well for her in the past. She looked around the space and at the hole. She saw the sky. Only the sky."What the hells is this?"

Trager asked where they should go and she looked at the options. "Depends on where we can find whoever is flying this contraption. We're not in NeverWhere anymore. and we won't get back unless we can commandeer this contraption... if the Dragon Riders don't tear us out of the sky... if this were a boat I'd say we go up to the deck to find the wheel."

Isabeau just looked around. She wasn't one for many words but She also listened. Hearing what Adora had said she asked. "Then what are we waiting for. Lets go because the longer we stand her, the longer we will be stuck here and not get out of here"

"Up it is then," Trager responded, nodding. He looked up at the second level and removed his backpack, then looked at EDi, eying him up and down, then to Isabeau. "Very quickly, I'm Trager," he pointed to himself, then extended his arm to point elsewhere. "That's EDi, Adora, and Brad. We'll discuss our likes and dislikes later, but for now, what's your name?" he asked, beginning to uncoil the rope from his pack.

<your response here lol>

He nodded at her when she was done. "A pleasure," he rumbled, turning. "EDi and Adora go up first. EDi, you will hold this," he held up the rope, "in case we can't get this thing back down again. Adora, I liked the sword earlier," he nodded to her. "Guard EDi while he anchors our climb if necessary."

He stabbed his index and middle fingers toward Brad and Isabeau. "You take the second ride up if it works, if not, Isabeau climbs, then Brad, then me." He handed one end of the rope to EDi. "Hold it or tie it on," he said, then turned so he was facing everyone, lifting his hammer again and shifting the grip on his shield.

"Any questions?"
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"Names Isabeau." She said as she looked around at each person as he did a very quick introduction. "Pleasure" Isabeau listened to his instructions. Nodding where she agreed. "Nope, No questions here."

EDi gave a polite nod at the new Elf as he was introduced. This was so interesting! She had a very peculiar name to EDi, but she was an Elf, so maybe it wasn't peculiar to her. Izzabow? He was jarred from his thoughts only partly by Trager passing him the end of the rope.

"Right. No problem."   He quickly holstered his pistol with a fast twirl and began unfurling a bit of the rope, creating a big double loop and sliding his head and one shoulder through it so that it caught on his arm like a sash... or a bandoleer even! He tied it off with a solid double 8 knot, letting the rope hang down to his feet from his waist admist a dusting of the mold and mildew from his dirty rug poncho. Now that the rope was securely on him at least, he stepped onto the platform still thinking about the peculiar name. Maybe its supposed to be descriptive? But I don't think she even has a bow on her...

He reached over, slapping the button on the wall before anyone else could get onto the platform with him. He tilted his head just a bit and put on his best gunslingers grin. "Sorry, you know what they say...'EDi's first.'..." He reached down, redrawing his pistol and having it at the ready, letting its heft help calm the nerves he had inside. At least I have you, Basura. He thought to himself, and for an instant he froze, his mind grabbing hold of something.  EDi....Hazzagun...

And the platform began to rise...carrying him up with it.

In reply to EDi (msg # 59):

Replay to DM.

In reply to EDi (msg # 61):

The platform stopped moving as it reached the upper level. EDi spun, once more jarred out of his own thoughts as he spotted some sort of...figure...sitting in a chair. He thumbed back the hammer on Basura and aimed, but paused.  This figure wasn't sitting, not really. It looked like a human male, and appeared to be securely strapped to the chair, instead of sitting of its own accord. He took a hesitant step forward, gun still raised as he looked around the small upper level.

There were no other windows or doors here. Just a few shelves and some racks, with a small tray near the man. All the surfaces of the racks and tray had a collection of assorted....tools. Things with sharp metal points or hooks, or even items to cut or pull. EDi could only imagine what the uses were for some of the items, and something in the back of his head told him that he likely wanted nothing to do with knowing what they were used for. Many of the items were clearly well used, and some still had some form of ick still on them. As he very cautiously approached the man in the chair he got a better look at him. The chair was some strange short, looking like it was built to strap down each and every individual body part, as well as recline, sit up, raise, and lower itself.

The man was another story. It was indeed a male, and more readily human than EDi first thought. It had looked off a bit and he could now see why. The top portion of the mans scalp and skull had been removed, starting at around just above his eyebrows. Is that his...? There was a mass of organ exposed inside the mans head, all greyish with large smooth wrinkles in it. The brain, sitting there for someones up close inspection. As EDi watched, the mans brain actually quivered a bit, seemingly all on its own while the mans body still sat restrained and relaxed. Well THAT doesn't seem normal, even for a human.

EDi backed away slowly, keeping the gun aimed at the man until he could see over the ledge, back down at the others.

"Uhh...Trager...?  Uhhhmmm. I...uh....maybe you should come up first? Maybe?" He rubbed his own metal hand over his face for a moment, to clear his thoughts. "Actually...uh....none of you prolly actually want to come up here. But...uh....well...."   He shrugged, helplessly. He didn't have the words or the experience to ask what he needed to ask.

In reply to EDi (msg # 63):

Adora nodded as Trager doled out positions. She watched EDi go up and disappear above. His words that followed both chilled her and made so curious.

"Oooookay. Well, lower the rope so we can see whats up!" she called up to him.

Edi jumped noticeably to the others...whirling back towards the man in the chair. He watched, transfixed as it seemed that the brain itself was trying to climb out of the mans head. It squished and quivered wetly as part of it actually began to try to free itself from the mans noggin. He gave his head a hard shake as more words sounded in his mind.

"What do you mean 'Help You?'..." His voice started to get a little louder, his emotions getting the better of him.  "Maybe you just need to stay in there instead? You ever think of that?!"

Adora's voice barely registered in the back of his mind as she called out.  He undid most of the rope, save for the knot around his upper body and dropped the rest to the floor, kicking it over the edge without taking his eyes, or his gun off what he was looking at.  The brain quivered again, jiggling on its own.

  "No! You stop that! Stop it!" 

Adora heard the rising of EDi's voice as he kicked the rope down.

"Well, shit." she said as she raised her sword to her mouth and gripped it with her teeth and started climbing the rope, to aid the metal man with whatever was distressing him.

She got to the top and looked ahead past EDi at the man in the chair.... And his quivering brain.

"Holy shit! Who the fuck does something like this?! You guys better see this..."
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Isabeau didn't hesitate. She grabbed a hold of the rope and climbed to the edge. When she got up there she saw what Adora and EDi saw. And it wasn't pretty. "Only someone that wanted to leave a warning sign behind."

She felt bad for the guy that was in the chair. "Someone sick and twisted that's for sure." Noticing that EDi was, what she thought, talking to himself. She tried calling out to him. "EDi!...EDi!"

     As you are all looking at the man here with the top of his head removed, exposing his brain, you all hear more in your head then with your ears, "Help me out the cranium." As ya'll hear the strange "voice the brain begins to move and parts of it seem to be lifting, but then falling back into the cranium.

Almost like it was stuck.

Isabeau listened to the brain voice as she called it. She also didn't wait to see what the other were going to do. The fear that someone else would have, Isabeau didn't have the need for.

She started walking, passing Adora and then she walked passed EDi. No stopping. Straight to the man in the chair. Stopping right before the man in the chair. Looking the whole picture over. She took her left pointer finger and gently poked at the brain. "Well it wants out. So who am I to say no." taking both of her hands, she slid them down the sides of the brain. Between the brain and the cranium. Hoping there wasn't anything that kept the brain from coming out. She slowly started to lift up.

Isabeau walked up to the brain and poked it, before it could make a fuss though you begin to lift it out the cranium ya'll notice that the brain has 4 legs, and was indeed stuck, but with a bit of a tug the brain comes free of the cranium legs swinging until it was completely out, then it started wiggling trying to get down.






The ship shakes once again kind of reminding you where you are.

"By the infinite Abyss," Trager muttered as he unstrapped his shield and hung it from his pack, hammer in the ring on his belt. He scaled the rope, pulling himself up in time to see Isabeau extracting a brain from a man's head.

"Oh gods," he muttered as he stood, then paused.

"Why does it have legs?" he asked, his hammer suddenly in his hand. "And a mouth?"

Adora groaned. "Thats gross! How is it more gross?! You put that right back where you found it, young lady!"

You all "hear", "let me go and I'll tell you how to get off this ship"

She continued to hold the brain legged thing out away from her. She heard the voice and thought for a brief moment. "Hmm I'll let you go but...if you decide to run, my friend here will shoot you. Do I make my self clear?" Isabeau looked towards EDi. Nodding in his direction.

EDi scoffed as best he could.  Was this strange new Elf still addled over what was going on?

"Wait? What? No....lets just kill it now." He gestured, as if explaining the simplest of things. "Why would you even consider letting it go? Did you even wonder how it got in there? Rethink in your head the memories you have from the last 20-30 minutes and rub your left eye, and think to your self...'Gee, how DID that thing get in there?'...you think about that good and proper before you start to talk about making a deal with that other fellas brain!"

EDi was gesturing wildly, gun waving in the air as he looked at the others for support.  "Am I the only one that isn't crazy here? Cuz if so...this whole escape plan is just doomed." He stilled himself, still in a huff and at his own wits end, gun pointing towards the strange brain creature.

Nodding her head in agreement. "And you're right about that but what if Felipe here does know the way out of here. What if he's the one controlling the actual ship? Plus we don't know if Felipe actually did anything to this dead guy here. Maybe they were partners in crime." She chuckled at her own statement.

"We honestly don't know. But we DO know that getting off this here flying contraption is the number 1 thing. RIGHT! So we can either use him or kill him." She waited to see what the other thought.

"Felipe? Felipe?" Trager stared at Isabeau. "Did you really just... name the brain with legs?" He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the dangling thing.

"I don't know that it's a good idea to trust anything here," he finally said. "But if we somehow have a way of ensuring it is no danger to us..." he trailed off.

He didn't like this. This place made his skin crawl, and something was tickling that place in the back of brain that told him something was wrong. Of course something is wrong, he thought. There's an endless sky outside, she's holding a brain that can talk to you in your mind, and you have a slug in your left eye. No, all of that is completely normal.

Trager spoke the words Adora was thinking. You don't name a thing you're planning on killing.

She looked at the druid incredulously for a moment, her right eye twitching. Then she straightened up and ran her hands over her hair, smoothing it out. It was a mess from being taken, but she tried for some semblance of dignity. Once she felt just a little better about her self, she walked over to Isabeau and then leaned down so her face was on level with the brain.

"Okay, Mister Brain. I've got a few questions for you before we talk about how to get off this flying death-trap. First, what do you call yourself. You're self aware, surely you have some kind of name for yourself or your... erm... race? And what assurance can we have that you won't betray us and that you'll really show us how to get out of here? One sign of you screwing us and we'll use you for eldritch skeet shooting. Got it?"
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The brain thing projects, "I only wish to escape, same as I'm sure you do. Assurance? I haven't taken over any of your bodies yet."

EDi mulled over the small creatures words, nodding along to himself that the creature indeed had a point in that regard, none of them had been taken over yet...at least that he could tell. Gun still drawn he slowly approached the creature, still in Isabeau's outstretched arms, with Adora peering over her shoulder at it, both looking intently at the creature. This was most assuredly the kind of situation that required a delicate approach.

"Pardon me, ladies..."  He smiled politely as he spoke softly at them, his eyes locked on the brain-like creature, still wriggling and dripping the odd bit of whatever onto the floor. His voice got a little louder as he addressed the.....thing.

"Basura says 'No.'..."   He shrugged, almost noncommittally as he twirled the old and damaged pistol around his finger a few times before reaching beneath the creature pressing the cold steel barrel of the weapon facing straight up in the center of what he hoped was a delicate underbelly. There was a split second before...

BOOM!!!

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17:36, Today: EDi rolled 20 using 1d20+8.  Lack of Assurances. – 20

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I need everybody to roll initiative, roll to attack, and roll damage

if you're attacking, post what you want to do on your action and once everybody's posts are in I will resolve the round, and so on until combat is over

The roar of the shot died down, but EDi was more than a bit surprised by the fact that the thing was indeed still alive...very much alive...

  "Huh...?    He said convincingly.  "Oh!  OhWhoa!!"    He shouted, dancing back quickly, opening up some room between himself and the creature.  He flicked his weapon down, opening the breach as he struggled to reload amidst his own shock. It was supposed to be dead!  This was bad.

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On initiative 21, EDi moves back 10 feet and reloads his pistol.

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Trager shook his head, his ears ringing. The sound of the gun in the enclosed space, even this large a room, was loud. The brain wiggled violently in Isabeau’s hands. He raised his shield and shifted his grip on the hammer. He paused, not wanting to hit the Elf holding it, then readied to hit it the moment it left her hands.

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Initiative: Darhill Trager rolled 7 using 1d20+2.
Action: Ready
Trigger: The brain leaving Isabeau’s hands.
Reaction: Attack the brain.
Attack: Darhill Trager rolled 7 using 1d20+6.
Damage: Darhill Trager rolled 11 using 1d8+6.

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Adora was willing to attempt parlay with the brain thing and almost said so, but then EDi let his gun blast the thing."Shit! Holy Fuck!" she cried, jumping back and pulling eldritch power to her hand in case the brain tried ro attack Isabeau or anything like that.

21:36, Today: Isabeau Thorne rolled 16 using 1d20+2 ((14)).

Isabeau wasn't fazed by EDi's kaboom. She just stood with her hand still outstretched. With a look of disappointment for two reasons. One, EDi didn't actually kill the brain thing and Two, why would he kill it if Felipe maybe the only thing that can or could get them off the ship.

She sighed a long sigh. "Did you really have to do that EDi? Hmmm..." Giving EDi a glare.

Ok Round 1: Fight

EDi steps back 10 feet near the ledge and reloads his gun.

The Intellect Devour squirms a bit and Brad who made his way up after the rest of the party screams and reaches for his head the bard falls a bit to his knees holding his head.

Isabeau gives EDi the glare.

Adora Isabeau is still holding the brain so clarify if you are blasting it anyway.

Trager she is still holding please clarify if you are still attacking

OOC: I am not. I cannot, as my trigger has not occurred. I have only a Reaction remaining.

She was still holding it? Why was she still holding it? He closed the breach of Basura once more aiming at the brain-like creature in the strange Elfs hands. The bard...Brad maybe?...was still on his knees, screaming, so EDi moved off to the side for a better angle, and to keep an eye on him. He hoped that it had nothing to do with the slug thing that other strange creature had put in everyones eye.  He was still in a bit of shock that his first shot had not killed the creature entirely, this thing was appreciably tougher than he originally thought for something made out of someones brain.

"Put it down!  Put it down so we can kill it!" 

He aimed once more at the creature, keeping it in his sights.

For reference

Initiative order

Edi
Isabeau
Adora
Trager
Enemy

Isabeau gave EDi another glare. "What do you think you are doing?" She waited a moment before adding a "Hmm." Her arms still out stretched with the Brain in her hands. "If you shoot me, you and I are going to lock horns. Beside if shooting it the first time didn't work, What makes you think that you will be able to shoot and kill it a 2nd time."

She looked around. Realizing how much she wanted to get off this bloody ship. "Can we come up with a way to get off this ship that doesn't involve pew pew-ing things."

Adora looked at Brad writhing in pain. Then she looked up at the brain in Isabeau's hands. Was this a wood elf thing or a druid thing to be so obstinate?

She felt the energy for her held spell fizzle and shook her hand not holding her sword. EDi called for Isabeau to drop the brain and the latter called for parlay.

"Devil's advocate is not usually my style, but I have to side with her, EDi. Hey, Brain! If you're hurting Brad, stop it. If you don't, I will retaliate."

She moved to stand beside EDi. "Look. I get what you're doing. I really do, but strange circumstances make for strange allies. i meant what I said about blowing it to oblivion. Lets just stay on our toes and blow it away at the first sign of treachery. Okay?"

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Held action, Edritch Blast if the assault on Brad doesn't stop.

As y’all are deciding on what to do brad falls unconscious.
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Trager looked back and forth as the argument before him took place. He shook his head and growled from his chest. He sheathed his hammer as he took the step to reach Isabeau's outstretched arms and reached to grab the brain.

Isabesu roll strength unless you going to let trager take the brain

18:53, Today: Isabeau Thorne rolled 19 using 1d20+2 ((17)).

Trager you win go ahead and finish your post

Trager struggled against Isabeau’s grip on the brain. She’s stronger than she looks, he thought, before he finally wrested the thing from her with a grunt.

He turned and took the few steps to the edge of the platform, lifted the brain overhead, and threw it at the hole in the side of the ship, out of which was still visible the vast expanse of that eternal abyss.

OOC: use my Action Surge for the throw, which lets me take an extra action.
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The brain is thrown out the hole.

lets say combat is over, Brad is on the ground unconscious

"Well that happened" Adora said. Her held spell failed again. Oh well. At least it wasn't one of the good ones.

She edged toward Brad and used her toe to try to determine the man's state of living. By prodding him experimentally.

Isabeau gave a long sigh to Trager. "Did you really have to do that?" She dropped her arms and gave Trager glare that could burn holes into some ones head. "I sure hope you have an idea as to how we are going to get off this bloody ship. Hmm"

EDi watched the brief struggle between Trager and Isabeau. Now they were fighting over the damned thing? His momentary confusion was drastically reduced when the old soldier promptly threw the creature out of the hole in the far wall, leaving it to disappear off into the distance. It suddenly felt appreciably safer there in the damaged ship as far as he was concerned. He watched Adora move to check on the fallen human....Brad, was it? Now the new elf was questioning Trager? Now she was concerned that the creature was no longer here...was she really that trusting of anything that climbed out of a dead mans head? Plus...she claimed to have horns, he was fairly positive Elves didn't have horns. At least none of the male ones he had seen had.

He took a good moment to calm himself down...gunslingers always had to stay calm, but this was his first really big adventure and he was trying to do his best. A quick check to ensure that Basura was indeed still loaded, and a follow up twirl of the weapon returned it down to its coinpurse holster.  He adjusted the moldy rug poncho into something at least attempting towards decently placed and moved over towards Trager.

"Well....at least that parts over, yeah? Nice toss." 

Trager slowly let out a deep breath he hadn't realize he was holding, staring at the speck of light that was the brain until it disappeared into the black. He nodded at EDi's compliment, and placed a hand on his shoulder briefly. "Good shot, too," he said, then turned to Isabeau.

"Getting off this ship certainly wasn't going to involve a creature that had already threatened to take over our bodies, and that we had already attacked. It's done; let's move on." He looked about the new platform, spotting no exits.

"Guess it's that door down there, unless we want to try to balance on that ledge outside," he gestured toward the hole. "My vote is the door." He shuddered looking at the vast expanse outside of the ship.

With no seeming response from Brad, Adora knelt down and whispered a prayer that the Raven Queen make sure he reaches his next destination. Then she stood up and moved closer to the others.

"As long as we have a plan, Trager, then we can get out of here. But where in the nine hells are we?"

She kept her sword materialized and ready in case more brains decided to come along and try to kill them, or worse, Illithid...

Brad is still breathing, just seemingly unconscious

Adora lowered her voice. "Oh yeah... and Brad is Kinda still alive... but I don't do the healy thing, i kinda do the opposite. So if one of you fine folks has any skill with that, ya may wanna look in on him. If not, I said some last rites just in case."

EDi turned to look at the fallen bard as Adora spoke.  "I ain't got no knowledge of healing either, but I can carry him if need be. Basura only needs one hand to hold her."   He turned away from Trager as he approached, looking down at the unconscious figure on the ground. He seemed to be breathing at least, which was often a good sign. He looked around on the small platform they were on...nothing really seemed worth taking to his eyes, so maybe it was time to leave if they could.

Trager was considering carrying Brad himself, but paused when EDi mentioned his pistol only requiring one hand. "That's a good point, EDi." He looked the machine up and down. "How much can you carry?"

One person would be burdened with Brad, but they could not simply leave him behind. Not in this... place. He could usually eyeball someone's carrying capacity, but... EDi didn't operate on muscles, bones, and tendons; he had cogs, springs, differentials, and likely not some small amount of magic.

Isabeau watched as everything had unfolded. When asked about healing, she just through up her hand and shook her head. "I am not much of a healer guys. Detecting magic is more of my thing. I can see if Im able to do anything for him before you decide to have EDi carry him....Just don't expect a miracle."After placing you hand at her side she walked over to Brad and took a cross legged seat in front of him.

She rubbed her hands together slowly before placing them on either side of Brads head, near the humans temples to be more precise. With her eyes closed, Isabeau started to concentrate.

Do you want me to roll for anything?
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In reply to Isabeau Thorne (msg # 109):

what spell are you casting?

22:23, Today: Isabeau Thorne rolled 20 using 1d20+3 ((17)).

Isabeau concentrated as she focused on Brad. Focusing on is she could detect a magical host inside of him. And if she did detect something then she would try to heal what she could.

You don't detect any magic inside of Brad

EDi approached the fallen bard, eyeing his size and heft a bit before responding. He had carried more than a few soldiers that were too drunk to find their bedroll. Or some that had been knocked unconscious by the Guardsmen for something called "Disorderly Conduct".    "Oh, I can carry a good bit actually. Multiple full baskets and sacks of laundry. His weight should be well within what I can manage." 

He was about to stoop to pick him up, when the strange elf knelt near him, her hands placed on the mans head. He took a few steps back, to get himself out of the way as she began to do...something. EDi didn't have much experience with magic users, but the infantrymen that he had spent at least some time with had always said to avoid them when they were working.
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Isabeau sighed as she realized that there was nothing that she could do for Brad. She released his head. She looked up at EDi. "There's nothing that I can do for him. You can pick him up now." She got up and dusted herself off. "I think we will need to find someone that has more skills then myself."

Adora propped her sword on her shoulder and sighed. That was just what they needed, extra baggage. Maybe it would be safer for him to just lay here on the floor and for them to come back for him when they secured the... ship? Whatever it was, it was like no vessel she had seen in the port or the harbor.

A shudder went down her spine. Leave him behind.

Like you were? A small voice in the back of her mind asked.

She had been left behind before. The day she got the scar. The day the Lady came to her and gave her the power to take control of herself, and take revenge on her so called friends who had left her to die before.

Every time someone gets left behind a new Warlock makes a pact. That was something she figured to be true.

"Alright fine. Let's pick him up. I'll take point with Trager."

Adora looked around the platform, searching for any kind of door or opening that could take them to the next chamber beyond, and hopeful to somewhere where they could drive the ship.

EDi came forward, holstering his weapon and stooping low into a squat to gently lift the unconscious human up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He could now effectively carry the mans weight across both shoulders, and still leave his gun arm free and clear for the most part.  There was a dusty of dirt and debris from his poncho as the body was draped across it. He wiggled his shoulders a bit until the weight was situated just so, and moved to stand by Trager and Adora.

"I suppose that puts Basura and I here in the middle then."

He was working hard to contain his excitement. The situation was indeed dire so far, and they had already had some sort of casualty, but they were starting to work as a team!  This was going to be so much fun! Just like the stories!

He pulled his pistol out and held it at the ready, willing to follow the point guards.

Trager nodded at Adora and watched EDi lift the unconscious man.

"Nothing up here," he said, responding to Adora's wandering eyes. He paused and cocked his head at her. "Though, you may see with a different set of eyes than I do."

Finding nothing above, Trager accompanied Adora down the lift, shield and hammer at the ready. He eyed the hole through which he had thrown the... brain... and hoped it was the last they'd seen of such aberrations. "Coming up," he called, hitting the button to send the lift back to the second level. He scanned the room again before approaching the single door.

EDi shifted his load carefully, trying to ease any strain he might be putting on his proverbial patient, right now however, he was more concerned with his own mobility and capability to fight in order to carry them both to safety.  He stepped onto the platform smoothly, pistol held ready as he used the barrel to hit the button to bring him back down to the level that Trager and Adora were on. He moved off to one side and sent the lift back to the top for the other elf.

"Alrighty partners, me and mine are ready to move when you are. Lets see if we can make ourselves scarce." 

Rubble has fallen in front of the door and might be hard to clear.

Adora road the lift down with the others and approached the door. She looked over the rubble.

"I'm not the strongest. But I think I can start to clear this." She willed her sword away and rolled up her sleeves, starting forward for the door.

OOC: Need me to roll a strength check or anything?

Yep go for it

OOC: 01:38, Today: Adora Brellyn rolled 16 using 1d20+2.  Strength Check.

The parts and beams that have fallen across the door seem to be heavier than you expected, and although they move a little do not come away from the door.

Adora strained and tried to move the debris, but it barely budged an inch. She continued to pull and lift, not wanting to look weak or useless to her companions. Finally she stopped her futile effort and looked to EDi and Trager.

"Ahem. Erm, Trager. Can you, maybe give me a hand with this?"

She almost asked EDi, but then he'd have to put Brad the Bard down.

Trager nodded in response to Adora's question, staring at the pile of debris, not recalling its presence here before. I was distracted by the hole to nowhere, though. He sheathed the hammer, unstrapped his shield and hung it from his bag, and squatted to help grab a piece of the debris along with Adora.

"On three," he announced. "One. Two. Thhhree."

07:39, Today: Darhill Trager rolled 15 using 1d20+4.

OOC: In truth I think I forgot to mention it.

It moves a bit, but no where near enough to get through