Z3r05t4r 855 Share Posted July 3, 2016 Reserved for character related things and story. Our Adventurers Name: Sayadar Vrumadi Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Drakkar Inventory: Nothing here but us tattered rags. One Gardoar mid-blade (Armlength sword). Name: Ciaphias Roth Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Human Inventory: Nothing here but us tattered rags. Name: Tyvaer Shadowbinder Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Blood Elf Inventory: Nothing here but us tattered rags. Name: Cren Sycamore Age: 23 Gender: Male Race: Enkraeni Inventory: Nothing here but us tattered rags. Prison Guard spear (Steel tipped, oak shaft, head height in length). Name: Rocky "Rock" Jr. Age: Seventeen Gender: Male Race: Rmar Inventory: Nothing here but us tattered rags. Name: Alenia Zyldi Age: 28 Gender: Female Race: Half Human, Half Crystal Elf Inventory: Nothing here but us tattered rags. One Gardoar mid-blade (Armlength sword). Name: Osferth Wayfarer Age: 25 estimated Gender: Male Race: Dwarf Inventory: Nothing here but us tattered rags. Name: Caleth Doven Age: 48 Gender: Male Race: Crystal Elf Inventory: Nothing here but us tattered rags. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Z3r05t4r 855 Author Share Posted July 3, 2016 Peford Prison - Year 203 A.D.G. - A midnight during spring Weary, a long journey behind you, you finally find yourself seated together in the Prison of Peford. You may be all different, plucked together from all over the realm, but in here you are all criminals and criminals are treated all the same in the Kingdom of Gardoar. It is perhaps a bit consoling that the captain of the guard let you have some proper meal in quiet after this long and exhausting (and especially uncomfortable) journay by land, sea and land again. Once you were brought into the depths of the prison, your shackles were removed and you were allowed to relax your limbs, sore from the steel and the rough clothes you still wear on you. The captain left you in the hands of the jailor who brought you to the warm and dry mess hall where the cook was baking bread for the next morning. So you got served stale, but fresh bread, some of the stored mead and water, some cheese and ham of a local farmer (which has been in storage for quite a few days, you can taste). The jailer and a prison guard who accompanies him are seated at a table next to the door, playing with dice. The cook is still working noisily in the kitchen in the background. After a streak of losses, the jailer gives up on the dice, rises from his seat and walks over to your group. "Eat up soon. You better get some rest in the cells before tomorrow comes. In the morn you will be assigned work duty to fulfill. This is not a place to loiter around and dream after all. You should be glad that the King of Gardoar values your life and does not send you to the blocks straight away." He returns to his subordinate to proceed with the dicegame regardless of his previous losses, leaving the seven of you to talk and eat for the time being. You might want to introduce yourselves, no? 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
EndCallCaesar 484 Share Posted July 3, 2016 *stretches his arms before him after he finishes his meal and then burps, looking at the group at the table he says in a low tone* "Name's Sayadar, I broke some s*** and tried leavin' a few times, what are you lot in for?" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
justDEWit 133 Share Posted July 3, 2016 The Rmar had finished his meal long ago, being the large stone person he is. He yawned, then speaking up as he looked among those at the table with him. "I was caught trying to survive. Stealing things from bad people, is all. Name's Rock." He went silent once more. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MTVSHBG 10 Share Posted July 3, 2016 The Enkraeni looks around the table, and smiles at each person seated there. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. My name is Cren Sycamore." Motioning towards his half finished plate, which still has a small amount of cheese, and meat on it, Cren speaks again. "Would anyone like what is left of my meal? I have eaten enough myself, and would rather the food be eaten, than wasted." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
EndCallCaesar 484 Share Posted July 3, 2016 *reaches over to grab what's left of Cren's food, putting it on his plate he then nods at him and then grins* "I won't turn down free food, but a heads up, not sure how long you've been locked up but you'll want every bite you can get. Hard to stay strong when you're only fed enough to survive." *He then looks over to Rock and says* "Rock eh? That's a good name, short and simple." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
justDEWit 133 Share Posted July 4, 2016 "I like it too." the Rmar holds a hand out to Cren, "Can I have the rest? I'm still hungry." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteelMarshall 190 Share Posted July 4, 2016 Osferth sat hunched over his plate of food, his thick forearm held defensively before his humble meal of meat and cheese. He scooped the food into his mouth swiftly, barely pausing to chew. Once he was finished, he pushed his plate to the side and immediately grasped for his tankard. It was human-brewed mead, which meant that it would probably taste more like watered down pigswill than alcohol, but it would have to do. The dwarf drained his cup in long, gulping swigs, before slamming it down with enough force to distract the jailed from his game. Osferth, to put it lightly, was in a truly rotten mood. Why wouldn't he be? He had been making good progress through the Wyvern Hills, and earned plenty of coin while doing it; enough to earn him a few nights of hearty food and strong ale, and perhaps even a good scrub in a tavern washroom. Instead, all of his hard-earned gold had gone straight into the pockets of the manhunters who had accosted him. Not that it mattered, Osferth mused sullenly. He was being held on account of murder, and the grizzled dwarf gave it a few weeks until his ugly mug sat on a spike atop the city's main gate. A few weeks, at best, which meant he had to find a way to escape, and fast. The dwarf sighed, and wiped his large hands on the rough spun fabric of his trousers. Only then did he take a moment to glance at the other prisoners that had been brought in with him. His flinty eyes appraised the motley bunch thoroughly, watching as several of them conversed amongst themselves. They spoke easily, as if already becoming fast friends. Sayadar, the scaly one. Osferth had never seen one of his kind before, and it piqued his curiosity. Also, judging by the way he talked, it sounded as if he was a repeat offender. Perhaps he would have an idea on how to break out? The dwarf turned his attention to the other one. Rock, was that what he had said his name was? Osferth grunted. Typical of the Rmar, who he thought were a truly unimaginative people. It wasn't that he hated the race of lumbering, stone-hewed giants; he had certainly never participated in any of the frenzied gem-hunts enjoined by his kin. But he had been raised to distrust the glittery-eyed rivals to his own race, and so took note to keep an eye on this 'Rock.' Osferth ran a thumb along the nasty scar on his cheek, before butting in to the prisoners' conversation with a strange tree-man. "Osferth, Wayfarer." He grunted. His voice was deep and gravelly, and though he did not possess the thick brogue touted by most western dwarves, it was still clear he had been raised in the mountains of Urulesh. "Waiting trial for assault and murder." He added nonchalantly, as if it was but an afterthought. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Z3r05t4r 855 Author Share Posted July 4, 2016 As the party holds conversation, observant people would see the mess hall door open with another guard coming in. The new arrival heads over to the jailer and whispers something. Could be bad, according to the Jailer's expression, whose bored mood turns into a nervous one. A faint distant rumbling of thunder can be heard through one of the iron grated windows high up at the ceiling. The jailer proceeds to exchange some hurried words with the guard, who then nods and leaves. The second guard who has been with the jailer the whole time seems to have also heard these ominous news and shows a worried expression with furrowed brows. The door closes and only the chatting seven and the cook can be heard again. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
EndCallCaesar 484 Share Posted July 4, 2016 *upon noticing the expression of the guards he lowers his tone a bit and asks the others* "What do you all thinks is got them so spooked?" *Upon finishing what he was saying he continues to eat what he can, leaving some to Rock* 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
justDEWit 133 Share Posted July 4, 2016 Rock nodded towards Sayadar, noting his kindness towards others. He ate the rest of the food, before lowering his tone down to a mere whisper, so that only those at the table could hear him. "Something spooky, a storm maybe. Or it could be what's causing the storm." he replies, in an equally spooky tone. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MTVSHBG 10 Share Posted July 4, 2016 Cren lowers his voice to a whisper, so only the table can hear. "I don't know, but if it has the guards spooked, I doubt it's good. We should try and keep our eyes and ears open. Oh, and Sayadar, I've been in jail for three years, and never once have I needed to finish one of the these meals. I grew up eating less than people think is necessary." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Z3r05t4r 855 Author Share Posted July 4, 2016 "Oi, when you are done eating, bring the cups and plates over here so the ones who have kitchen duty tomorrow can clean 'em up before lunch." shouts the cook out of the kitchen. Just as he turns back into the kitchen, the jailer adds up. "When you have done that, line up in front of the door to get your shackles put back on." He and the other guard proceed to ready up the differently sized wrist shackles. You can see faint light flashes from the distant storm through the windows at the ceiling, the occasional rumbling in the background, muffled by the thick stone walls. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
EndCallCaesar 484 Share Posted July 4, 2016 *noticing the words of the guard, he turns to those at the table and says* "Right, I guess we should make our way quickly" *rises from his seat and puts away his plates. Looking around the room, observing what everyone is doing and where they are, almost instinctively. He then nods to the others briefly as he heads to where the line will be* 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AndrewTech 3330 Share Posted July 4, 2016 Throughout the entire conversation, the one woman amongst the almost universally male group of prisoners, had remained silent throughout the meal, the golden-haired halfbreed completely clearing her plate. The food wasn't of the quality she was used to, having been raised in a higher class home... But it was still good, compared to the sludge she'd been forced to dine on for the last several weeks. The prison guards had been somewhat cruel to her; if only she were fully human, she might have been sent to a different prison. Heck, she might have even been able to appeal to the King to review her case, get a comfortable cell with a decent bed or something of that nature... But no. She had to have that cursed elvish blood in her veins... All of her possessions had been taken from her. Her money, her books, even her reading glasses and the fine, comfortable dresses she was accustomed to wearing. She'd been spit upon by the guards during their trip to the prison, and had been forced to don rags which didn't provide all that much warmth or comfort. She hadn't brushed her hair in weeks, nor had she bathed, and she was miserable. She was innocent, she shouldn't have the go through this sort of treatment! Maybe one of her lawyer friends would find her, convince the judge who had sentenced her to imprisonment to show leniency... Maybe she'd be out of here in a few months, and she could travel elsewhere... But until then, she might as well make the best out of the situation, and hope that her prayers would be answered."I'll take some of that extra food... If you don't mind..." she asks meekly, but curses under her breath as the prisons are beginning to leave the table. She prepares to get up herself, dreading the hard, manual labor that was to come in the morning. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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