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"as a mater of fact, yes i am" Ezekiel states very plainly. "the sooner i can get these shackles off the better"

the creature who addressed him clicks and cackles in what Ezekiel presumed to be a laugh and taps one of the bars with his javelin. silently, three of the bars retract into the walls leaving a space just big enough for a human to walk through. seeing no other real option, Ezekiel takes a step through the opening, not bothering to check if the bars close behind him.

the ant-like creature grips his arm tightly and pulls him in close. "who said anything about removing your chains meat!" and with strength unlike that of any mortal man the creature shoves him harshly down the long corridor. Ezekiel looks strait ahead as he takes his first steps into the unknown. readying himself mental for whatever may lie ahead.
"as a mater of fact, yes i am" Ezekiel states very plainly. "the sooner i can get these shackles off the better"

the creature who addressed him clicks and cackles in what Ezekiel presumed to be a laugh and taps one of the bars with his javelin. silently, three of the bars retract into the walls leaving a space just big enough for a human to walk through. seeing no other real option, Ezekiel takes a step through the opening, not bothering to check if the bars close behind him.

the ant-like creature grips his arm tightly and pulls him in close. "who said anything about removing your chains meat!" and with strength unlike that of any mortal man the creature shoves him harshly down the long corridor. Ezekiel looks strait ahead as he takes his first steps into the unknown. readying himself mental for whatever may lie ahead.
Ezekiel dose not move, he only turns his head slightly to get a better look at the old man not wanting to give away his suspicions. he lets the old mans words hang in the air for a moment, not wanting to give away any trust. "alright old one... i have no reason to trust you, but it is not as thought i have many options. I'll hear what you have to say, that is all i can promise."

"what secrets do you know old one?" the thunderous voice of the giant man vibrates through the stone. he seems friendly but far to incompetent to be of any real use.

"shhh! shut your trap you enormous imbecile!" the old man hisses "we cannot trust anyone." his eyes flash to the now stiring figures behind him.
His thoughts and memories still fuzzy, Ezekiel cautiously pushes the ground away from body. fumbling only momentarily with the thick chains that connect his manacles, he now stands against the bars looking out from the cell in which he is trapped.

In front of him stretches a long corridor that splits at a “T” intersection. A single torch glows softly there, and another outside the prison cell, just a hair too far for anybody on his side of the bars to reach. one other tunnel leads away to the left of the cell for an unknown distance, no light escapes it and Ezekiel would not be able to get the right angle to see very far down it from within the bars. No guard keeps watch over the prisoners but stranger still there doesn't seem to be any conceivable break in the bars that might indicate some kind of door.

The sound of rattling chains forces Ezekiel’s attention back inside the prison cell. Two of the other prisoners have come to.

“Ugh… who are you” says a large figure with a rough voice,the movement of his lips hidden behind his thick beard

“I am called Ezekiel. I am a prisoner here, much like yourself.”

“where is here?” As he speaks the man rises to his full height, pausing only momentarily when his massive arms are caught by the chain connecting his wrists to his ankles. oddly, his chains are only half as thick as Ezekiel’s though his head comes within mere inches of the ceiling that Ezekiel couldn't reach with hands unbound. A giant of a man.

“Obviously a prison of some sort, all i can smell is piss and shit, but if i had to speculate…” Ezekiel glances over his shoulder for dramatic effect, but quickly returns his attention to the bearded mountain in front of him. “judging by the unusually high traffic of footprints in the corridor and the sound of the euphoric mob of inebriates accompanied by theatrical war drumming I’d say we’re the entertainment in some sort of fight-to-the-death arena.”
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