Out of the Abyss

Chapter 1: Prisoners of the Drow

Session 1 - 5./16

“Welcome to Velkynvelve, iblith scum"

PCs Present: (in turn order)

  • John – Nodd – 1 Days a Slave – scavenged a Living Spider Pet
  • Lindsay – Garlyn – 3 Days a Slave – scavenged a Gold Coin
  • Will – Dittkeg – 7 Days a Slave – scavenged a Flawed cranelian Gemstone worth 10gp
  • Keith – Bligane – 5 Days a Slave – Rusted Iron Bar can be used as club
  • Bob – Mirdolen – 9 Days a Slave – scavenged a 5’ strand of Silk Rope

The session started with the PCs at the start of what they can tell to be a new day as prisoner slaves at a Drow outpost. Each is bound with an iron collar attached to shackles by a one foot section of chain, the shackles are bound together by a 6" piece of chain. There are multiple days worth of prisoners form various raids in the pen. The slaves are made up of a number of various races from Faerun.

  • A Shield Dwarf Scout from Gauntlgrym named Eldeth Feldrun
  • A well spoken male Derro with a keen mind named Buppido
  • A nobel-esque hulking bear-like humanoid who calls himself Prince Derendil
  • JimJar, a sly deep gnome who always seems to be making bets, about anything and everything. He seems to be holding a gambling chip.
  • Ront A male orc who savagely stares at everyone
  • A male Drow named Sarith Kzekarit who seems to be muttering to himself
  • A fish-like humanoid name Kuo-toa who is dressed in the robes of an abbot
  • Stool – a Mycoid Sprout who is shy and childish
  • Topsy and Turvy – Deep gnome male and female twins who appear to be excessively dirty who tend to keep amongst themselves
  • Nodd – a Human mercenary
  • Garlyn – a Forest Gnome with a curious personality
  • Dittkeg – an irritable dwarf on a mission
  • Bligane – a Tiefling male with a charming nature
  • Mirdolen – a shifty rogue ;)

After taking a few moments to gather their bearings, the prisoners began to show signs of life and interact with each other. Nodd, awakening after his first day of hard labor at the outpost approached the female dwarf with the firey red hair. He attempted to make a connection through their shared obviously military backgrounds and struck up some small talk. As the human was talking with the dwarf, Garlyn was fascinated by the Quaggoth that was sharing the cell with the PCs. She approached the beast and attempted to communicate with it using the common tongue. Much to everyone’s surprise he responded in a language no one could identify or translate. After a few confusing moments staring blankly at each other, the slaves communication woes were solved by the inconspicuous little mushroom sprout hiding in the corner. He took a deep breath and shook his cap and filled the room with spores, as he did so everyone in the cell cave was able to communicate via thought. The disgruntled dwarf, Dittkeg reacted in an aggressive manner which scared even more spores (the same sort) from the mycoid due to his fearful trembling. After the communication link was established, Garlyn was able to continue her inquiry of the Quaggoth. She asked him what he was doing as a prisoner to the drow, to which he replied that he was taken captive during a drow surface raid on his clan. This confused Garlyn because she knew Quaggoth to be an underdark race, when he realized he explained that his current form is a result of a curse cast upon him by a rival family. He explains that he is really an elf from a far away land called Nelrindenvane, he calls himself Prince Derendil. As Garlyn and Derendil are speaking, Mirodlen reverts to his roguish nature and immediately begins to examine his bindings. He searches frantically for a way to pick his way out of his locks but is unable to find a suitable set of tools, that is until JimJar begins hocking something from his throat. After a few disgusting phlegm filled hocks he spits a dried fungal stem a careless Quaggoth left in his broth a few days earlier onto the floor next to Mirodlen and winks. Mirodlen, immediately grabbed the stem and went to work on his shackles, freeing himself. The charming tiefling attempted to strike up a rallying song to help increase the mood of his fellow prisoners, but it was pointless. Knowing his melody and beat to be flawless he chalked the failure up to today being a particularly glum day.

This is where my memory fades – I know a bunch of things happened and know what they are – but not exactly how they happened. Please send me your personal recounts and I will work them into this start. Thanks!



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