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mouth. What are you doing?
ASHLEY: Am I–?
MATT: There’s two people that are now coming to
grapple you.
ASHLEY: I take out my weapon and I’m ready to go.
MATT: All right. You pull your weapon. Make an
attack, if you want.
ASHLEY: Yes. Okay. 25.
MATT: 25 hits. Roll damage on that.
TALIESIN: Where was this?
SAM: She’s a bad motherfucker.
ASHLEY: 18?
MATT: 18 damage. Oof! You have a second attack, if
you like.
ASHLEY: Oh, that’s a nine.
MATT: Your first one impacts one guy and there’s a
splash of blood, silent. Once again, no sound
here. The second one swings wide and the other guy
captures it. He grabs your arm and pulls you in.
He’s going to make an athletics check against you.
Make an athletics or acrobatics check to try and
not be grappled.
ASHLEY: 13?
MATT: That’s not going to make it. He grapples and
holds you in place. The other one takes and slams
manacles onto your wrists and pulls it back,
wrenching the blade from your grasp. Your arms are
now locked behind you into these metal manacles.
ASHLEY: Can I try to scream out in some way to the
Stormlord?
MATT: You go ahead and scream. Make a straight
wisdom check.
ASHLEY: Three.
MATT: In that moment, as you try and scream out,
your vocal cords strained by the sheer force of
your voice, no sound comes out. Looking up in the
sky, there isn’t a single cloud in sight. Probably
for the first time in weeks, since you’ve been in
this side of Wildemount, it is a clear night. No
sign of clouds. No sign of storm. In that moment,
as you’re screaming out, the gag gets put into
your mouth and tied behind your head. You glance
over and you can see Jester being dragged. Now the
manacles affixed to the back of her ankles and
she’s being pulled through the grass, Fjord a few
feet behind her. Still unable to really make out
the shapes of these hooded figures that are
pulling them through and you are shoved to the
ground.
ASHLEY: Are my legs still free?
MATT: Your ankles are about to be manacled.
ASHLEY: Can I kick?
MATT: Make another athletics check.
ASHLEY: 25.
MATT: 25, all righty. With that, you manage to
kick free and they can’t quite get ahold on it and
one figure steps forward, shorter than the others,
stout looking, and goes, “Oh for the–” and his
voice dissipates as he gets closer. I need you to
make another wisdom saving throw.
ASHLEY: 17.