Dungeon of the Unhallow Day 1 after the earthquake (AE)
The Dungeon of the Unhallow is a dark place. There is no natural light, only that which is provided by torches and candles. Darkness surrounds this prison.

As prisoners, you have been locked up in the Dungeon for some time. Some for years, some even longer. You remain in your cells and never get to leave. Food is brought to you by the prison guards, massive collections of walking armor. You may have wondered if there is anything underneath the plates of steel, but nothing points to it.
You may have tried to escape, but no spells work in the cells and you have no tools to open the lock. You may have tried to starve yourselves to death, or even tried to commit suicide, but death only brings you a different view of the endless prison. Within a day of your deaths, you awaken again in another cell.

But something changed. A powerful earthquake shook the prison down to its core. Locks shattered as debris fell on them, walls came tumbling down, and many prisoners escaped from their cells. You are among those prisoners.

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BLUE
The powerful quake forced the walls in the back of your cells to come tumbling down. As you move into the room behind it, you come accross a room filled with chests, barrels and a cubbard. As luck has it, in these containers you find much of the gear that you had before becoming the Dungeon's residents, as well as much more that you can make use of.

What is more, though, is that you are not alone in this room. Two other characters have stumbled into it as well. All in all, there are three of you in this room. Enemies? Friends? Better find out, if you intend to get out of this prison.

Map of the room Map of your total view

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RED
When the earthquake shook the ground upon which you stood, the walls came tumbling down, creating a passage through the neighbouring prison cells and into the open. The room that is revealed to you is much larger than the cell in which you have been stuck in for.. who knows how long. You stopped counting the days a long time ago.

The room is lit only by couple of torches and several candles, with the side wall crumbled. There are several chests, barrels and cupboards, in which you find the gear that you had before coming to this dreaded place, as well as some other stuff that might come in handy later on.

What's more, you find that you are not alone in the room. Others have escaped as you have.

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Germyn paused his furious inspection of the nearby crate and sniffed tentatively at the air. Without looking up, he took one more deep noseful. His hand was resting on the first discovery he had made, one of his two swords that he had carried in the material realm. As he allowed the new scent to fully register, a deep growl built up in his throat.

Leaping back suddenly, he drew the sword, crouching in a readied stance, the blade held level and steady in his grip. The growl became louder and more feral, a bestial quality now sounding in it.

His eyes swept over the two newcomers, his eyes glinting eerily and nostrils flaring in an attempt to identify them. One was a human with some elf in him and the other... her scent threw Germyn off. He couldn't quite place it, though she looked more or less humaniod.

He stood there, crouched, and waited, the growl sinking down in volume and becoming a nearly silent rumble. He waited, trying to see if these two creatres were inmates, like him, or his jailers, ready to be punished for their crimes against him.

After accounting for her retrieved possessions, Kaylena realized she was not alone. She cast about for shadows, whose welcoming embrace she had not known for she couldn't remember how many years in the ghastly continuous light of that cell, and peered at the others.

"Get a closer look at what else has been freshly liberated, I'll watch from here," she said to Sarcy in their shared language, before pushing him toward the other side of the room.

"Show me your faces and let me know what other dangers were locked up," she said to herself under her breath. She held as still as possible to observe any other inmates and held out her open hands to show that she was not a threat.

((OOC: hide/move silently for the winged scout))

David picked up his bow. The comfort that came with his bow being in his possession was overwhelming. And wouldn't you know it, there was a quiver, and some simple other equipment there. David made no mistake in leaving it behind, and gathered everything up. The arrows weren't as straight as they should be, but they were better than nothing in this god forsaken hell hole.

There were other people there which he had noticed a while ago. The past 40 years were rough in this place. Never knowing when... let alone if... he was going to get out. This earthquake had been fortunate though. He was ready to take the chance. Time to extract revenge on those who placed them here. But for the time being, he better befriend those he was with.

"Hey, you two. What're you two here for? And what are your plans to do now that we've been freed from this bloody thing? Cause I've got no intention of sticking around."

Germyn slowly lowered his sword. The growl subsided slowly, eventually stopping completely as he pushed himself up shakily on legs that had barely been used for nearly a century. He opened his mouth and let out a hesitant cough. Vocal chords, rough from disuse, croaked out in a loud whisper:

"My name... is Germyn... I have been prisoner..." At this, he had to stop, and he massaged his throat gently, trying to make it work properly again.

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"My name... is Germyn... I have been prisoner..."

"I forgot myself in that wretched hole," the dark woman said, rubbing at the stubble on her scalp and keeping Sarcy in the periphery of her vision as he crept around the room. "It's coming back to me now, but slowly. My name is Kaylena and I wish to be out in the world again as much as you."

She eyed the two men up and down, assessing the threat and intent. It would be difficult to trust them, she decided, but mutual goals had often brought peculiar partnerships. She just had to be sure to keep enough distance to escape if they turned. That had always been the way of things: leaving, escaping, running away. It was curious that she would have to confront things now in order to flee the prison itself.

"We can probably help each other, but where do we begin? Who are you, for that matter?" Kaylena returned as she adjusted what remained of her dress. She started to pace the room, counter-clockwise, examining the walls for entrances to other cells and their occupants, hoping to find a sliver of relief from so much light. Sarcy would watch her back in case the weapon-carriers tried anything funny.

((OOC: If she does get lucky and find shadow, she will occupy it and attempt to dim the lights. Otherwise just searching.)

When the earthquake started Katsumi moved to the corner of her cell and waited them out. She could feel the violence tremors and hear the cracking of the stone itself and then the sounds of the stones falling about her. Some of the broken blocks fell into her cell making an opening to the next cell. She watched but did not move until the tremors and sounds died away.

Rising from the corner she move cautiously to the opening the earthquake had made in this cell that had help Katsumi. Her golden eyes reflecting a flickering of torch light that came from outside her cell. She had no hope that she could get out of this prison but if there was a way she would try to escape.

At first the swirling of stone dust and debris in the air clouded her sight but quickly enough began to settle so she could make out a few things in the room she enter through the opening from her cell. A few torches burned and some candles. There were barrels over against the wall, a few chests, and cupboards, some fallen into the broom others with their doors or lids askew. Katsumi moved to the candles, snuffed them out stashed them into her pockets. She checked out the various containers for any useful items. Taking down a torch for now and carrying it with her.

Carefully examination reveals a cupboard where, surprisingly, Katsumi found her equipment that she had taken from her. She gathered up her few belongings and reequipped herself. She snuffed the torch in her hands now and tucked it in her back. Behind her she heard someone else enter the area and turned knowing it was not one of metal encased figures that appeared occasionally with what passed for food in this place.

Katsumi turned towards the newcomers and waited with the comfortable weight of her tetsubo held across her body, in both hands,n She would wait and see—as long as she was not acted against first.

Miliani was seated in the center of her cell meditating in front of a large design drawn in dust, when the ground began to shake. At first she was excited, she thought perhaps she had succeeded in summoning a new vestige. She had been working on it for months, and a smile lit her face as pieces of debris began to fall around her. When no voice spoke to her, and no image came, she knew the shifting was due to something completely unrelated. The rumbling grew louder as she could hear large stones crumbling and falling in the distance. Their tremors radiated through the ground underneath her. She stayed perfectly still, her dark amber eyes taking it all in with the alertness of a fiend ready to spring out of the way if the ceiling decided to cave in on her. Suddenly a part of the wall pealed away revealing a room lit with candles on the other side of her cell.

After the earthquake ceased she waited. Most quakes of a large magnitude were often followed by smaller tremors, and of course now there were the seriously unstable stone walls lined with cracks in random places to be weary of. As she took several long deep breaths, and waited to see if any more stone would fall, she heard the sound of someone rummaging around beyond the fallen wall. Then the lights slowly dimmed. Her curiosity piqued Miliani slowly stood to her feet, adjusted her appearance so that her wings and tail were not visible, then walked towards the hole in the wall.

She saw a few lockers along the wall and other debris scattered haphazardly around the room. One of the cupboard doors was askew and she saw the gleam of her armor peeking out. With a giggle she stepped delicately over the rocks and took only a single step before realizing there was someone standing on the far side of the room watching her.

"Oh....hello." Miliani spoke in common as she walked over to retrieve her belongings. She took a moment to look over the woman. She was human and taller then herself. Her hair black and her eyes not unlike her own. She was pretty enough, for a human. "So, what were you in for?" She said trying to make small talk as she made sure that all her belongings were in tact and secured. She hadn't actually spoken to another living thing in over 40 years and the potential for conversation was nice, even if it was in common and with a human. Her mother would be disgusted. The thought brought a smile to her lips. "Strange weather we're having in here isn't," she giggled, then walked over to the human and offered her, her hand. She had read as a child this was custom in human greetings and said "I am called Miliani. And you..."

Katsumi watched the smaller female climb through the debris of her cell into the room she was in. While she was smaller that Katsumi, and of a much more delicate form than her own, she remained vigilant. Her master had been smaller than she and could put her down 5 times out of 6.

"Oh....hello," the woman spoke in common then smiled, "Strange weather we're having in here isn't," she giggled, then walked over to the human and offered her hand. She had read as a child this was custom in human greetings and said "I am called Miliani. And you..."

At first Katsumi though the new pwesons ruddy complexion was due to poor light and drifting debris in the air. But those were not the cause of the wamans a[[arent skin tone. The newcomer's skin tone was red and it shone strangely like the dcales of fire lizard.

However, politeness requited appropriate response. though the woman was strange to Katsumi's eyes.

Katsumi nodded her head politely, though her eyes remained wary. “I am Katsumi. I have been unaware of any changes of weather while I have been here.”

Katsumi noticed the woman’s hand held out as some people do. She released her right hand from her tetsubo and held it out to the woman’s proffered hand and shook it carefully. The woman’s hand was small and fragile unlike her own.

“Well met. Mi-li-a-ni,” intones Katsumi, “Let us see what we can find here and find a way out of here.”

Aurora sat up groaning, shook her head and went to sit up. “Morninglord,” she put her hand to her head, a rock had hit her as she had tried to duck for cover as the earth quaked. Putting the pain aside she pushed herself up and found herself looking at the crumbled doorway and the door half off.

“Morninglord,” she repeated with a different tone, “you have answered my prayers.”

Stepping through the crumbled doorway she went straight for the cupboard where they had put her gear. For a year they had taunted her with its nearness, she could see her cloak wrapped about her things anytime she looked out of her cell. A long year of prayer for release during which she had even gone to wondering why it seemed the Larenthan had forsaken her. There were days of self-doubt and self-analysis, then other days of prayer and hope.

As she stepped out she noticed others out of their cells, but her attention was on her equipment. It took little time to slip on her chain shirt, buckle on her healing belt, buckle on her sword belt. Took up her shield and other gear and then turned to the other.

She did not detect evil and that was good, she had learned a couple of things about the place she had been put, it was good and bad. It seemed it was the a prison for all manner of beings, from all manner of plane, Good and Evil.

“I am Katsumi. I have been unaware of any changes of weather while I have been here.”
Miliani laughs a little and says "I was being just a bit silly. I haven't talked with someone in such a long time that I had no idea just what to talk about. So I simply said the first thing that came to mind. You seem to be a very competent woman. I am so glad to have found myself in the company of someone that can very obviously take of themselves."

Miliani is then distracted by another presence in the room.

"Why, hello there? You must have been our neighbor. Looks like we have all just been asked to move."

Miliani walks over to the other woman and offers her hand as she did the to the first woman.

His voice returning somewhat, Germyn continued. "I was a ranger... killed some cult of Nerull... I was sent here... Cursed to live for centuries... I've lost track of time..." Hesitantly, he sheathed his sword. Holding it at one side for several seconds, he stared uncomfortably at the woman before him.

Finally, with no fore-warning, the ranger ducked down and continued his frenzied search of the barrel before him. A small yelp of excitement was heard as he re-emerged with an ordinary looking belt. Apparently having totally forgotten about the other two people in front of him, he sighed in contentment, and put the belt on deftly, and attached his sword to it. Germyn then proceeded to open the small pouch on the belts front, and rummaged through it, making small grunts as he went, apparently assessing it's contents.

"I am Aurora Dawn Singer, Paladin of Lathander, The Dawn Lord, I killed a Paladin of Bane. Bane had me captured and brought here."

"I suggest," she go0es on quickly, "that we gather what supplies and equipment we can find and then get out of here as quickly as we can. The prison keepers are soon going to be out and about seeing to things and I, for one do not want to be here when they do."

"Aurora, that's a lovely name. I am Miliani Aelorothi, and you make a very good point. We can chat and move at the same time, and I'm all for not getting caught." Miliani took one last look around and headed through the one open doorway that seemed to allow her to move away from their former place of imprisonment. As the light faded behind her she still could see very well in the dark. Miliani called back over her shoulder to the other women as she walked,"As for me and how I got here, well my parents didn't like the path I chose, and so sent me here is their idea of some sick test for me. To prove that the brand of magic that I wield is worth a prestigious Aelorothi. I am guaranteed a place back at home if I escape this plane and can return alive but I'm not sure that is somewhere I wish to go any more. How about you Katsumi, or is your sordid past something you wish not to discuss?"

Miliani wasn't usually so talkative and she was surprised at herself that she just kept rambling on. Her kind was very long lived, however forty years was a lot of time to have no living companions. As she reflected on the idea of companions she realized that she had not seen Amon in a few days, and he was probably missing the connection that he got to the outside world through her. He would love a little adventure I am certain of that, Miliani thought to herself.

"I nearly forgot, I need to prepare myself in case something unfortunate befalls us in our travels. Do the two of you have a few minutes to spare so that I may summon some... help?" Miliani didn't really wait for them to respond she simply stepped off to the side and reached into her bag of holding producing a small box and a piece of chalk. As she opened the box she pulled out three small balls that glowed with the brightness of candles, a beautifully ornate dagger in the shape of an S, and an ivory chalice that seemed to have a soft ringing coming from it. She used her foot to clear an area about five feet in diameter then began to draw swiftly with the chalk. As she drew she chose three points and carved small notches for the balls to rest within the pattern. Once finished she took her dagger and made an incision in both of her palms and squeezed the blood into the chalice (+1 damage). Carefully she placed the implements down in front of her and sat on her knees speaking firmly into the air.

"Amon, The Void Before the Altar. Hear me and come forth." Suddenly a burst of black smoke burst from the chalk drawing, spewing forth vile insults at the binder. As the verbal tirade continued the shape of a wolf appeared but on closer inspection it could be noted to have the head of a ram and the tail of a snake. If one is looking close enough to notice these features as well, they also realize that it is merely an image and not material. As the beast speaks fire erupts from his mouth. Miliani stares unblinking at the wolf creature and he falls silent. After a whole minute of what seemed to be nothing more then a staring competition the beast bowed its head and succeeded to her, then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

As Miliani leaned over to clean and put away her binding implements large rams horns sprouted from the side of her head and curl around once. She then stood and looked at the other two women (assuming they have not moved on with out her)and said, "Alright, I'm ready for the unexpected."

((OOC: Regardless of weather or not she has a successful pact Miliani chooses to keep the vestige sign for the benefit it offers in battle. Using the Implements of Binding also gives her a +2 to her binding check, making her EBL temporarily +14. I don't know if you want to roll or if I should to see if she is influenced by Amon now that they are bound.))

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As the rumblings stop, the prisoners become uneasy. A nearby prisoner starts begging you to let him out. David notices a prisonguard not far from where they are. The guard seems to notice them as well.

Standing still in this room would eventually bring too much trouble to them.

David's sight (guard in the upper right corner) Map with shadows (Kaylena's sight)

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Miliani can almost hear Amon's voice in her head. "I will grant you my service," he says before disappearing. Horns grow out of Miliani, not against her will but rather because she wills it. She can feel Amon's power flowing in her veins.

Someone has heard you from his cell. "Is somebody out there?" a deep, male voice asks from one of the cells in the hallway. "Let me out, and you will not regret it." Other voices from the other cells begin speaking as well, all asking to be released.

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