[center][u][b]Gangraena[/b][/u][/center]
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There she stood. For time longer than most could count deep down in perhaps the deepest depth of The Maw she stood, sealed in an iron cage at the bottom of a pit. When they first brought her weakened body to this place they tried to pry her loose from her armor but the mundane staff found the task most complex. The armor itself seemed reluctant to release her so instead they opted for a simpler answer. They sealed her inside a cage and then lowered that cage into a deep, deep pit. They figured even if she broke out from the cage there was no way she could climb all the way up and break her way through the grating they had placed at the top just in case.

Gangraena hadn't made an effort to break out of the cage. The last time she tried that they threatened to break her anchor and that would make her sad so down in the bottom she waited. Minutes turned to hours turned to days turned to months to possibly years and yet she remained, standing there like a decorative suit of armor for all that those who occasionally patrolled the top of the pit could tell. Eventually even they grew bored of watching something that neither moved more even needed food nor water. Effectively they had just dropped her to the bottom of a pit and forgot about her.

Of course, not everyone forgot her.

Why else then would one day they would drag her cage up from the bottom of the pit, horses pulling the chain hooked onto the top of it and looped through a pulley for easier lift. They threw a tarp over the top of the cage. Some of the guards speculated the creature within wasn't even alive anymore, just a corpse resting in a metal shell. Such was why they questioned the need for the tarp in the first place but the warden demanded it be covered and so it was done. There was no arguing directives from above down in The Maw, at least where any living soul could hear.

They weren't wrong about her. A corpse resting in a metal shell, an apt description. A lifeless corpse she was not however. After so long staring at the same walls however she seemed to slump back into her old routine, just repeating the last thing she was doing and dreaming of a life once lived, of things she once knew like light and the sun and flowers and such.

The only thing to cause her to stir was what happened when they reached their destination: a room which at this point was empty for the most part. After someone removed the tarp upon her cage another threw a sack cloth bag over her head, keeping her vision impaired still. Apparently it was also the Warden's orders. None of this stirred her however, at least not until she was pushed out from the confines of her cage by a long wooden stick. Landing on her face with a thud the armor seemed immobile for a bit before she began to stir within. Something was happening... Or was it just her imagination?

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[u]Some time later...[/u]
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Voices, movement, the sounds of others being laid down in the room. Something was being set up here. She had half a mind to stand up and try to take a look around. Of course, she hadn't. Not until a voice both hollow and crisp spoke directly to her, it's direction unknown.

[i][b]Stand up[/b][/i]

Oh good! Somebody to talk to! She missed having conversations so. Thus, Gangraena got up. It wasn't the command that compelled her but rather just something she'd do anyways, it was just nice that they asked. Looking around she soon realized the room was still pitch black. Why was that? She wondered to herself as she stood there, a looming silent statue of metal or so she appeared to any else who were looking her way at that time. Anyone else could also notice that this figure still had a bag over it's head, the cause as to why she still couldn't see anything.

Of course, she'd gotten so used to standing around that it hadn't crossed her mind yet to try and check to see if something was blocking her vision. She simply stood, unspeaking, unmoving save for the faint turning below the sack that sat over her head while she attempted to look around in vain.