The Masters of the Sky

I eye the rogue suspiciously and stop wriggling. "Yeah, you've been a huge help so far. If that was the case, why aren't you out of yours, eh?"

She shrugs.
"I'm not a manly dwarf like wut you are."

"No, you look like you'd be better at sneaking. Lookit where that got ya.." I mutter, sitting against the wall.

She glares for a moment, then goes and inspects the door (I'm assuming the cell has some kind of entrance).
"Wutever. I don' intend staying here for long."

It sure is a barred door. You note that even the door is sterile clean.

Eleilla, not being the type to just give up like that, sits there examining both the door and the handcuffs for any possible hint of a way out.
Also, she looks to see what's on the other side of the bars. Because, you know, it might be a guard asleep against the bars with the keys in his hands. =P

Also, whoever has the best planar knowledge, go roll to see if we're stuck on the Lawful Tidy plane. =P

Anything specific or a general scan?
Also roll search.

Just a general scan.

Search(+4):

Trollface carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

8

You sure are aware it's a door. The room on the other side seems to be unmanned.

Goran stands up from where he'd been sitting on the ground the whole time. He wasn't exactly sure how he'd gotten there and that frightened him. Well, it would frighten anyone, but Goran wasn't alive and he never really slept so waking up to find yourself somewhere you weren't is rather frightening. He looked at the cuffs on his hands and tried to see if he couldn't just get them to fall off.

I high five Orga for not just bending over and accepting his fate like everyone else. =P

As Latra looks around the room, then asks, "Are we all in here for the same crime?"

Thunderscreamer carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

7

AAAHHHHH! STUPID ME HIT EDIT BECAUSE I SAW A GRAMATICAL ERROR! It was a 14 too!
+4 (search(windows(likely barred) and openings))

"I didn't do anything wrong, you blighter." I grumble, feeling on the chains for any weakness.

(Really, guys? No one notices the creepy dead dude, standing up? :p)

(Latra's seen stuff that's just as freaky in the mirror! )

"Really? The why are you in jail?" Latra inquired.

Eleilla turns around at Latra's comment.
"Wait, what'd you do to end up in here?"
Turning around, she notices the creepy dead dude standing up, and jumps back into the door.
"And why is there a zombie in our cell?"

I look around in alarm. "What creepy dea- AH!" I say, grasping for a weapon that is obviously not there by my side. "BEGONE, FIEND, FROM WHAT HELL DID YOUR MASTER BID YOU COME?"

Latra looked at him, and for a second was shocked with fear, then flushed with sympathy. Had this man gone through the same thing Latra had, only without repenting? However she would do her best to hide her emotions, and say to the snarky dward, "Oh don't tighten your cuffs again over this. You don't know who he is."

Goran looks at Ellelia with hollow eyes. "Why is there a monkey in our cell?" He asks, snarkily. When he notices the dwarf spasm he looks at him oddly. "Hell? Oh, you mean that fiery lake thing? Yeah no. They came from a much fluffier place, actually. They're still a bunch of self centered pricks, however"

I glare at him further. "Be you of benign or malign intent?" I ask.

He glares at the cleric just as much before spitting out "Benign...mostly. Not that you'd be in much a state to do anything about it if I were malevolent..." he flexes his wings a bit.

I nod, slightly appeased. "Not like you're in the state to do anything malevolent either." I say, nodding to him.

Goran also nods, deciding to keep the fact he could melt the man's face off a secret.

After an awkward pause, Latra looks at Morana, and answers here earlier question, "I can't remember why I'm here, but this isn't the first time I've been in this situation. My best guess is that in a few hours the side effects of the tranq will wear off and I'll be able to tell you exactly why I'm here."

I awaken, my head in a not-so-moderate amount of pain. Blearily, I look around, noticing the other cellmates. One in particular caught my interest, and considering it wasn't trying to kill us, I figured it was either not mindless, or the Necromancer that controlled it had given it commands not to kill us, for whatever reason. Seeing as how its wearing shackles as well, I decide its probably not being controlled. I attempt to deduce what manner of Undead it might be.
As well, I ask in a slurred voice,"Hrnn...Who'er all've you?" As I say this, I notice that whatever it was that knocked me out must still be in my system, since my normal dialect is much better. As I wake up, I attempt to figure out if I still possess my magic, or if there is some force at work cutting it off.

Knowledge(Arcana):+9

Hiro carried out 2 launched of one d20 :

4 , 9

First roll is the Undead, second is if there's something cutting off my magic.