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Rothe regarded the scene with curiosity. Strange customs here...
KatherinWinter said
You do realize the lights went out on purpose right? Some might disappear off the cell block or something. Technically he did just stretch his legs. They just came in from the courtyard. It would be fairly modern electronic looks with passwords and fingerprints.
So... are the doors unlocked by the power outage?
How modern is this prison? Do they still use the old keylocks or do they have electronic locks? Jerid would love to stretch his legs for a bit.
Others were taking seats and Rothe didn't need people to notice he was new there so he took a seat as well.
From here Rothe could hear they were all speaking common, this would simplify things.
".. the others should be around shortly."
They were expecting people, perhaps a group of followers? Not very devoted if they are late. These people will be easily converted to his glory.
Rothe decided to sit and wait on the ceremony, knowing how their religion worked was the first step to taking it down. He'd done this before, this was the easy part.
From here Rothe could hear they were all speaking common, this would simplify things.
".. the others should be around shortly."
They were expecting people, perhaps a group of followers? Not very devoted if they are late. These people will be easily converted to his glory.
Rothe decided to sit and wait on the ceremony, knowing how their religion worked was the first step to taking it down. He'd done this before, this was the easy part.
After a little while of walking Rothe spotted a small town in the distance. He walked up to it and tried to seem casual. He didn't want to let on that he wasn't from here. None of the locals were paying attention to him luckily, they were all looking at the same guy in a strange suit. Perhaps the local priest he thought, He doesn't look rich enough to be a noble and he doesn't look pretty enough to be a bard. So he must be a priest. Rothe decided to wait and listen, he might find out about the local culture.
Good, I was worried there.
So... The prison is like an open island right?Where do I go from here. If rothe walks inland what does he see? who does he meet?
Rothe stepped from the metal container they had transported him in. A little much he thought, but then again, how else were they going to transport him. Whoever they were.
In the darkness he had felt like he had been flying, had they tried to simulate him being swallowed by a dragon? Bah! Ridiculous! He of all people would know!
A soft breeze ran trough his hair and warm sand on stuck to his bare feet. "I better get myself some armor.." He thought aloud, all he could bring was his keepsake dagger given to him by Ryuuk himself. He walked over the beach looking for something, anything to interact with. Something to loot, something to kill, a welcoming committee?
Roth didn't even know what he was expecting. Who would 'they' even be? The strangely dressed men with the magic guns and the corrupt government of whatever backwater country he had landed up in? Was he even in the same country. The beach was white, not gray and there weren't any high cliffs directly in front of it, so this wasn't home. And he certainly wasn't in his flying metropolis either. That place was neatly paved and packed full of people. No.. he was definitely somewhere new.. His best bet was a small island of the coast of Yukai. This would mean the natives would speak draconic aside from their natural tongue. Rothe hoped that'd be the case, draconic was the language of his faith, so he might find like-minded people then.
In the darkness he had felt like he had been flying, had they tried to simulate him being swallowed by a dragon? Bah! Ridiculous! He of all people would know!
A soft breeze ran trough his hair and warm sand on stuck to his bare feet. "I better get myself some armor.." He thought aloud, all he could bring was his keepsake dagger given to him by Ryuuk himself. He walked over the beach looking for something, anything to interact with. Something to loot, something to kill, a welcoming committee?
Roth didn't even know what he was expecting. Who would 'they' even be? The strangely dressed men with the magic guns and the corrupt government of whatever backwater country he had landed up in? Was he even in the same country. The beach was white, not gray and there weren't any high cliffs directly in front of it, so this wasn't home. And he certainly wasn't in his flying metropolis either. That place was neatly paved and packed full of people. No.. he was definitely somewhere new.. His best bet was a small island of the coast of Yukai. This would mean the natives would speak draconic aside from their natural tongue. Rothe hoped that'd be the case, draconic was the language of his faith, so he might find like-minded people then.
Ebil Bunny are you..
"Excellent, I knew I was right to confide in you. We'll talk this over during our break. We'll have to decide who we trust and who we don't." Jerid glanced at Keeper for a second then back. He got nervous as the guards were commanded to return everyone to their cells "I would like Himori and Dexter on this team as well. We'll brainstorm later. And remember! not a word!" He ran his finger over his lips miming a zipper being shut before suddenly leaning further in and changing his tone. As if he was telling an exiting story. ".. And so crew looks to their captain, waiting for his usual com-.. Oh hello sir, can I finish the joke? I'll come right after... ok... his usual command. But the captain screams 'bring me my brown pants!'"
Jerid laughs at the clue of his own joke, signalling the others to laugh with him. He then gets up and lets himself be led away by an annoyed guard.
Jerid laughs at the clue of his own joke, signalling the others to laugh with him. He then gets up and lets himself be led away by an annoyed guard.
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