LovelyAnastasia

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Another female showed up. Soglia frowned and looked at her manacled wrists. Guess she was a bit stuck with being bound for now… Not very efficient of these heroes, but some help was better than no help, aye? Aye. That swampy gnome was moving about now, sure, even shouting. The she-dwarf frowned. Oh, so the briny vexation could gargle out to the male magic flinger, but not her fellow captive? Fleet-foots… Illogical irritations.

Alright, so now that she was out, she wanted her stuff. Getting to her feet, the stocky and short female brushed soaked thick waves of dark hair out of her face. Her hair was long, thick and heavy, with an earthy tone to its color. And there was lots of it. The wet portion clung to her or swung about her back. The dry part was frizzy from being in the humid damp air of the tank. Ugh. She felt like a sodden mat. Highly uncomfortable. Looking around, she grit her teeth. Nothing but the tanks had been in here.

She wanted her armor, her weapons, her instrument, her holy symbol, her hammer-crushin’ stuff back! The magic-flinger ignored her, probably thinking himself too smart to speak to her. Then, from what she could see, he bent down and proceeded to lick the water she had been in. Gaping, she turned red. Then screwed her mouth shut and looked up and away from the oh-so-smart one. Solglia had been in that tank for a very long time. Without bathroom breaks. So…

There was no ways she was going to say anything. Wasn’t her fault he listened to no one and licked unknown fluids off of stone floors. Making a blushing face that bespoke of embarrassment and oh-there-is-no-way-I’m-telling-you-what-you’ve-just-done, the she-dwarf tottered away from the magic-flinger a bit. His magic was recalled and a creature with many arms wiggled and squiggled to him. Scold them all you want, Magic-Flinger, but you are the fool here this time, Solglia thought to herself.

Another male entered the room, stuck the glass and freed the gnome. Soglia was impressed. Straight forward, simple and effective. That was more her style. Yes, very nice, she nodded in approval. Making sure she wouldn’t step on any glass, Solglia moved closer to the exit of the room. The gnome filled Strong Man in. Making a face of distaste, she eyed the exit. A gnome magic-flinger. Greeeeat… With a sigh, she shifted from one foot to the other. But at least the fungus-brained gnome got something right in that they needed their stuff. And… of course the tunnel was collapsed… Brilliant.

Solglia looked up at the ceiling. “<<Not making this easy are you?>>” she mumbled in the Dwarven common dialect. The SoulForger was always one for challenging his people, but always always to make them stronger.

“Oh, it could always get worse, acorn-eyes,” she grumbled quietly, in her guttural accent, “Jus’ wait till Salmon and Tuna get hindmost to our shins… The Fish Folks will no doubt love how their picklin’ jars are smashed to smithereens.” Solglia shifted uncomfortably, not at all liking how her cloth uniform of captivity was clinging to her. “Enough idle discourse,” she nodded to her shackles, “Free me and let us blast our way through, so I can have my things and get far from these Fish Fiends.” More to herself she grumbled. “I may an odium towards water, but I am allergic to dying.”

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Bodil Bera

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Bodil shuddered, her round eyes narrowing at The Collector. She was not a thing to be sold or bartered! How dare these, these, these nightmare creatures treat them like cattle! 'Herd them into separate groups...' Eyes slipping to steal glances at her shackled wrists, their anchoring chain connected to the beams above, she wished she had great strength. If she had, she could just pull the ceiling down on all of them and scramble away. The dark haired human female glowered at her offending skinny and lean arms.

If she had been faster, she wouldn't be shackled at all. Lady Queen, Collector or masked nobel freak, Bodil refused. She would find her way out of this. They might think her weak, being mortal and thin, but she had something none of them had. The desperate desire for freedom. And it would crush them all under her heel. All she had to do was wait for the right time...

The Collector was like living dust. But he wasn’t her focus. ‘Herd them’ he said. Like she was just another cow among cattle. Hideous as all the beings before her were, the beast-man made her stomach roll. Nightmares from her childhood, out in the house they lay in the corpse-dead eyes of a wooded landscape. Everything decays under the surface in the woods. In the house a crumbling family under the pressure of a corrupted religion enforced by the men of her family distorted her days. At night, terrors of men who were part beast and all parts demon stalked inside her mind.

The Collector frightened her, but it was the fox man that sent her face twisting in revulsion and making her pale skin look waxen, even under the fae-sunlight. His furry tails twitched like tentacles of a slimy sea creature. He got closer. Night terrors resurfaced like burned memories on a revolving door in her mind. Her breathing hitched and she shuddered. He spoke towards her. Bodil gagged.

“If you are unsettled, then go away,” her voice was as chilled as a thin winter wind, her eyes looking up at him with ice and malice and pure revulsion. His tail stroked her face as he started to walk away and her anger boiled over. “You are already a nightmare,” she hissed, spiting at the ground, full of venom and malice, “You have no potential for anything other that what you are, vile thing.” That was what she said in her paper thin voice.‘Thing.’ Not ‘creature’ nor anything noting of a living and breathing being. But ’thing’. He was less than decay and fungus to her.

The land around her began to darken. Masked creatures fled and mortal squealed. Icy bitting air burned at her cheeks. Frost grew along the windows, the sky darkening. Bodil had come from a cold place and was still in her own clothes, so the wind only bit at the soft paleness of her cheeks, the slender curve of her nose, the reddening bow of her mouth, and her imprisoned hands. And she welcomed it, the familiar cold. It built up in her as an odd comfort in the familiar feel of the air that the place she had grown up in had. Everything was always crushed under frost and snow. And in the winter she was safe.

In winter, her night terrors were buried as her father and older brother went on long hunts for meat. Bodil relaxed as the cold air wrapped around her, tussling her dark hair. Her shackles heavy, she tugged towards the cold. She needed it. The winter was all she needed.

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Oh yes I am still here, I just wasn't quiet sure how to give an extensive post, but i am almost done with it

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Lol who is the crying woman i wonder? Is it the little girl?

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@LovelyAnastasia
im not sure lol

@BlackPanther

Hahaha~ if he ever wants to be angry he can visit the kitchen queen of angst lol

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@BlackPanther Bodil won't bother him, so does that help any? Lol

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I shall await patiently~~~

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

With the shadows moving about her, she squinted as if it could help her see through the slimy glass any better. She could hear them talking, but she couldn't really see them all that well. Whoever they were. But then again, up to her chin in water, she could hardly care who or what they were as long as they were going to free her.

The top of the tank shuddered and opened and the humidity the water had given the air she was struggling to breathe lifted. Sucking in air that was a bit more fresh, she felt a bit revitalized. The AllFather had heard her unrelenting prayers and sent other to free her. Though...those other sure had taken their time about it!

Soglia looked up at the feline female that was glimpsed at the lip of the top of the tank. It wasn't a very tall tank, but it was tall enough to keep the she-dwarf far into its belly. And with her wrist manacled she couldn't very well reach the top to drag herself out. And the feline looked much to delicate to pull her soaked and sodden self out. The cleric frowned in thought. Now... Just how does one get a wonderfully heavy and rather pruned up dwarf out of a tank? Sounded too much like a riddle. The she-warrior grimaced.

And then the water started to slosh. Opening her mouth to protest, she thought better of it as the liquid splashed against her neck and cheek. Ugh. She had enough of water being on her, she certainly wasn't keen on water from Fishfolk captors to get in her too. This was not a good idea, but she stubbornly couldn't voice her protests. The feline shouted and Soglia tensed. Well... Guess she better brace herself...

The world tipped and the dwarf shut her eyes and clenched her teeth. No, no, no, no- A loud crash and a good bite of pain and Soglia was on the hard ground, wet with water and a bit of blood from the glass of her former prison. She let out a small growl and glared with an opening of her eyes.

"Ow." She bit the word out with a huff. A shout cut off any further complaints her hoarse voice could muster. Sitting up with a bit of trouble, wrists still firmly locked together, the dark hair she-dwarf sulked. Lifting up her arms, she looked over her underthings, now throughly wet and dripping with horrid water. She tugged a small shard of glass out of a scratch and frowned, tossing it sourly to the side to punish the offending thing.

"Oh, noooo, please don't worry about This One," she managed to whisper in her throaty and scratchy voice, deep with a heavy accent, "I'm just fine. No, please continue to worry about the bloody awful water This One was stuck in for AllFather knows how long... Fish-loving fool-for-brains."

The man worked magic on the remaining tank with green fire between them and the pickled she-gnome. Soglia, while having absolutely no love for gnomes, frowned heavily. "Sludge-mud gras'vergrahar," she growled out a cursed at him in irritancy, "Enough, just let the awful creature out. Even This One is not so cruel to keep torture of the Fishpeople on a cellmate..."

Soglia garners -6 Piercing Damage
Soglia is also now rather irritated

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@BlackPanther

Awww~~~ Why thank you~ ^^


I think their interaction will be quite entertaining~

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@BlackPanther

Well I certainly hope so XD I think this will be great~

I just don't wanna disappoint anyone