Your head turns towards the bars at a queer, clacking sound. It calls to mind the songs of insects on a summer afternoon, and wind chimes made of wood, or perhaps bone. However, the sound is quite suddenly cut off by an angry buzzing, akin to a hive of wasps.
At the sound, the other prisoners retreat to the rear wall of the cell, and all conversation stops. Even those that were sleeping rise with a start, and scoot away from the bars.
Several figures approach the bars. From your vantage point, you see five of them. Only one of them stands even close to your height, at about five and a half feet tall. It appears to be wearing a suit of reddish brown armor. You quickly discover that it is only the creature's chitinous exoskeleton. As it leans it's head towards the bars, you see that an ornate bronze helm adorns it's head, which cocks from side to side as it regards you. It wields a long javelin in it's hands, and gestures towards you with it.
Surprisingly, the next sounds that come from it are recognizable as the common tongue, although it's voice sounds dry and raspy.
"Greetings, hunter... Are you ready for your first taste of the arena?"
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"Prison... Arena... Only a portion of the truth, friend." Comes a voice from the darkness.
Shuffling forward, a gaunt, pale-skinned humanoid looks you in the eyes. He has dark, sleepless-looking eyes, thin, pale lips, and slightly pointed ears. You think that he may be a half-elf, although he is considerably taller than any you have known.
"I've been here for far too long, friend. Never doing well enough to be crowned champion, never poorly enough to earn death. I want out, and I believe that we can escape together, if we do everything just right..."
[[Roll to Sense Motive, text me your result, and I'll let you know if you pass. :) ]]
Shuffling forward, a gaunt, pale-skinned humanoid looks you in the eyes. He has dark, sleepless-looking eyes, thin, pale lips, and slightly pointed ears. You think that he may be a half-elf, although he is considerably taller than any you have known.
"I've been here for far too long, friend. Never doing well enough to be crowned champion, never poorly enough to earn death. I want out, and I believe that we can escape together, if we do everything just right..."
[[Roll to Sense Motive, text me your result, and I'll let you know if you pass. :) ]]
You regain consciousness, slowly and miserably, with a splitting headache and a dry mouth.
As you rise from the cool sand on which you slept, you begin to take notice of your surroundings. The first thing you notice is the sand. Not a common feature in the land you were accustomed to, you are most familiar with it as a feature near bodies of water.
Next, you feel the heavy iron manacles on your wrists and ankles. They seem to throb in time with your pulse, and feel oddly warm against your skin.
Finally, you hear the muffled sound of stomping feet, a roaring crowd, and a low rumbling beat of drums, all of which seem as though they are coming from a great distance away.
As you examine your surroundings further, you see that you are in a sandstone cave, which has been repurposed into a cell. Slightly green-colored metal bars keep you within the cave.
There are six other sleeping forms in the cell with you. All of you wear simple rough spun tunics and breeches, and leather sandals.
What do you do now?
As you rise from the cool sand on which you slept, you begin to take notice of your surroundings. The first thing you notice is the sand. Not a common feature in the land you were accustomed to, you are most familiar with it as a feature near bodies of water.
Next, you feel the heavy iron manacles on your wrists and ankles. They seem to throb in time with your pulse, and feel oddly warm against your skin.
Finally, you hear the muffled sound of stomping feet, a roaring crowd, and a low rumbling beat of drums, all of which seem as though they are coming from a great distance away.
As you examine your surroundings further, you see that you are in a sandstone cave, which has been repurposed into a cell. Slightly green-colored metal bars keep you within the cave.
There are six other sleeping forms in the cell with you. All of you wear simple rough spun tunics and breeches, and leather sandals.
What do you do now?
You're quite welcome. :P
Gave me quite the chuckle as well.
Gave me quite the chuckle as well.
Yep. I'm only able to get online occasionally now, so I'm fine with the wait, Joos.
Your username just reminded me of a marching cadence, btw... :P
Your username just reminded me of a marching cadence, btw... :P
"Mama and papa were lyin' in bed!"
"Mama and papa were lyin' in bed!"
"Papa leaned over, this is what he said!"
"Papa leaned over, this is what he said!"
"What's that dripping down your back?"
"Joos, baby! Joos!"
"I said, what's that dripping down your back?"
"Joos, baby! Joos!"
Alaric had left Vor'loch and the others to prepare for their arrival. He had managed to fashion an outfit with little more than his old robes, and some apparel he had been given by the troopers after arriving. He also cannibalized his boots, and his utility belt. In about an hours time, he had affected the look of a typical (if that word could be applied to one of his people) feeorin thug. Ankle-high leather boots, wrapped in strips of brown fabric to soften his footfalls.Form-fitting tan leggings, around which was slung a (now considerably looser) belt, where he figured he could sling a blaster. He wore the upper third portion of his cloak, having torn the arms and most of the hood away. His hood now allowed his tenacles to fall freely down his upper back, and he had savaged his tunic to secure what was left of his cloak to his torso. The upper portions of his boots had been turned into bracers, and were bound to his forearms with more strips of fabric.
Altogether, Alaric seemed to be fairly chaotic, at least in terms of dress. Fitting enough for the moon, in his opinion.
When he was finished, and feeling no small amount of self-consciousness despite his attempt to remain aloof, he found his way to the others, and approached the group as a whole.
"I... Have no idea what I could pretend to be. None of my experience involved subterfuge. Just... Plugging up holes in people..." He said, grimmacing sheepishly and averting his eyes from the room as a whole.
Altogether, Alaric seemed to be fairly chaotic, at least in terms of dress. Fitting enough for the moon, in his opinion.
When he was finished, and feeling no small amount of self-consciousness despite his attempt to remain aloof, he found his way to the others, and approached the group as a whole.
"I... Have no idea what I could pretend to be. None of my experience involved subterfuge. Just... Plugging up holes in people..." He said, grimmacing sheepishly and averting his eyes from the room as a whole.
Underway for about 30 days. I'm able to get online around 10 PM most nights, so I'll be able to get one up tonight.
I'm underway again. About 30 days this time. I'll be able to get online around 10 PM most nights. I apologize for the inconvenience.
Working on a post, everyone. My ship is out again, and I'm unable to get to a computer reliably until about 10 PM. I'll try to get online around that time every day and see how things are coming, and to throw a post up when appropriate.
Hákon was whistling a merry tune as he walked into headquarters, carrying a finely wrapped package under his arm. The parcel was long and square in shape, and looked to be about half as long as Hákon was tall.
Now, if I can find some time to practice with it, I might be able to contribute more to any future conflicts than just ranged freezing... he thought, grinning as he imagined himself in the future, charging into battle clad in a glimmering suit of ice armor, swinging his sword around in a fearsome display of youthful over-excitement.
As Hákon entered the main hall, he spotted Jin, hurrying away, and Gabe, who watched on in silence. Figuring that something scandalous may be afoot, he approached Gabe and paused for a moment before looking at him and winking.
"She seemed to be in a hurry... Is everything alright between the two of you?" Hákon asked, putting on his most disarming smile, meant to convey the message that he wasn't trying to offend the boy with his question.
Now, if I can find some time to practice with it, I might be able to contribute more to any future conflicts than just ranged freezing... he thought, grinning as he imagined himself in the future, charging into battle clad in a glimmering suit of ice armor, swinging his sword around in a fearsome display of youthful over-excitement.
As Hákon entered the main hall, he spotted Jin, hurrying away, and Gabe, who watched on in silence. Figuring that something scandalous may be afoot, he approached Gabe and paused for a moment before looking at him and winking.
"She seemed to be in a hurry... Is everything alright between the two of you?" Hákon asked, putting on his most disarming smile, meant to convey the message that he wasn't trying to offend the boy with his question.
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