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