(ooc: ;) I'll fill the hard stuff, I know your character pretty well. [img]smile.gif[/img] Just PM me with her age, race, class, stats, physical description, that basic junk. [img]smile.gif[/img] :D Great ta have ya Skye!!!)

<font color=silver><u>Skye</u></font>
<font color=990000><font size=3>Y</font></font>ou look around your cell, instinctive fear gripping your heart, constricting your breath to an uneven and shallow pace. Hanging from the ceiling of the room was an iron cage, housing a skeleton that had not quite yet finished decomposing. Flies were hovering about it, taking the few rotting scraps of flesh left on the wretched thing. The boney knuckles of the corpse were curled around the bars of its cage, and the clean, bleached white skull almost looked to be watching you. From down the hall you thought you heard voices. A few voices, not cruel, just conversing. Your listening skills couldn't decipher what they spoke of though. You could only make out two spaced words: <font color=silver>"Poisonous"..."Reason"</font>.

<font color=990000><font size=3>Y</font></font>our thoughts and observations were cut suddenly short when you heard quick footsteps outside of your cell door, the handle turning, and the clinking noise as the key on the other side made its way around. Your breath caught in your throat as the gateway slowly creaked open. Was this rescue, or an invitation to torture? The transgressor appeared from behind the threshold, weilding a torch in one hand. A ring of silver metalic keys hung from his belt, right next to the hilt of the short sword his opposite hand rested upon. Past this you could tell the man was your average thug lackey. He was nondescript, except for his bulging muscles and slightly greenish skin (he is decidedly a half-orc), armored and armed in an average fashion, and didn't seem to have half a brain in him. He stepped over to you, yawning once before removing his hand from his hilt and replacing it into his pocket. He pulled out a small hunk of bread, tossing it nonchalantly at you. He then snorted, <font color=silver>"Enjoy 'er meal, elfy. Master b'n askin' 'bout you. Dunno you get many more. Heheh..."</font>

<font color=lightgreen>Pathris watched as the spellcaster looked at the rat. It attacked him as expected, which caused Pathris to grin. The other Elf took it in stride to Pathris's surprise, and with a quick push, put the rat on the lap of the third Elf. Pathris chuckled softly. It was good to see a sense of humor in this dark place. "Nicely done," he commented.</font>

ooc: Good to have you with us Skye! Looks like you got your bard, Spree. ;) Now if we could just get this thing moving a little bit... :D

edit: Would the sound of the guard dude be audible to us other three?

[ 12-22-2002, 03:08 AM: Message edited by: Lord Starshadow ]

<font color=silver><u>Pathris & Turgon & Lurin</u></silver>

<font size=4><font color=990000>S</font></font>uddenly your merriment was cut short, all of you could hear most clearly a clanking down the hall, and a rather unsavory voice. You couldn't hear everything the creature said, but you did make out the words <font color=silver>"Meal" and "Elfy"</font> You also heard a gruff cackle from the same source.

Grinning at the awake Elf and awaiting some reaction from the second one, Turgon suddenly heard a noise. He quickly stood up, almost from reflex. Carefully, he stepped over to the bars, and listened intensly.
It was a ruffian voice, Half-Orcish no doubt. He heard a small chuckle, and then some heavy steps. He couldn't tell which direction they headed, though. He went back to the other two.
"From the looks of it, we aren't alone in here," he whispered to the others. He turned his head around, and looked nervously at the bars. He didn't know why, but there was something in the air that made him shudder.
He turned back to the other two, and kicked the second Elf softly just to make sure he was awake. The rat had left, it seemed. It probably didn't like the smell of the Half-Orc. Smart creature, Turgon thought.

"Well, any suggestions?," he said to the others, more loud. "We could always try to communicate with the other one. Or we could wait and see if we get a visit soon as well..."

(ooc) really sorry guys. my mum flipped the other nite about my exams and stopped me accesing the computer, im on now though, sorry bout that.

(ic)

Lurin who had up till now been in some sort of daze, suddenly looked up. he looked towards the others and smiled. he had up untill now been through hell, and being imprisoned was the best possible thing that could have happened to him; although doubtless he was disorientated and confused, there was just something about the others in his cell which made him feel slightly at ease.

he however did not make a sound, hearing the voices of the orcs, and walked silently across to the side of the cell and placed his head against the bars, surveying their position. looking up he saw a slight weakness in the stone, however not very useful.
the glint in his eyes tells you he is exploring something he has been thinking about in his mind ever since he woke up.
"forgive me for not introducing myself sooner...i am lurin a woodsman, and i have not been having that much fortune of late, has anyone got a drink of water?"

[ 12-22-2002, 07:11 PM: Message edited by: DarkAngel ]

(ooc: Note to all, since I know you'll all be guilty of this sooner or later. [img]tongue.gif[/img] Please don't add monsters. Trust me, you're going to have enough trouble as it is! ;) There are reasons certain monsters are in certain places at certain times, so I'd thank you not to add more and throw me off. SO, Dark Angel, I'd ask you to edit out that little group of orcs please, since the master of this place simply does not have the budget to pay them. [img]tongue.gif[/img] ;)

Otherwise, good to see you finally! :eek: I know how you feel about exams! ;) My mum, dire badger she is, seriously threatened to take my computer, return all my Christmas presents, and throw me out of the house over exam week because I apparently wasn't studying enough. [img]tongue.gif[/img] )

<font color=silver><u>Lurin, Turgon, and Pathris</u></font>
<font color=990000><font size=4>T</font></font>he two of you holding your heads to the door could hear the scrape of chains across the cold ground, and the quiet drip of water, hinting the place may be subterranean. The voice you had heard had ceased for the moment, though you could hear the creature's heavy boots shuffling down the hall, and a heavy, impatient breath. After another moment you could hear a faint jingling, but you couldn't tell from what it was. Meanwhile, Pathris, your rat friend has come back and is grudgingly re-nesting in the blankets, glaring at you with its beady eyes.

Turgon sharpened his ears, and concentrated as much he could. He couldn't hear anything more, though.
He looked at the Elf standing right next to him. He hadn't really paid too much attention to what he had said, but he did pick up that his name was Lurin. He looked Lurin up and down, before he stopped his look at his face.
"Hello, Lurin, and good morning!," Turgon said with a little smile on his face. "I am Turgon, Sorcerer of Mystra."
He glanced quickly at the still nameless Elf, and noticed that the little rat had returned.
"And this is Pesty Pestersen, follower of Mask," Turgon said, now grinning. He pointed at the little creature at the blankets.

"good morning to you too" lurin replies. "i have n't seen any of my kin for a long time, i hope i will be able to call you friend in the days to come"

"it looks like we are in a spot of bother, i dont know what that noise is, but i dont like it one bit"

lurin looking towards the wall places his hand on the wall,"this place is a place of misery, i can feel it.....the stones are crying "lurin looking towards the rat smiles, it is a warm smile,yet hurt,but kind " so how did you manage to come to such a place my dear turgon?"

[ 12-22-2002, 07:23 PM: Message edited by: DarkAngel ]

ooc- sorry k-spree, i think i just sent you a pm about 5 times. o.o; the laptop was being stupid, so just delete them all cept one.. they all say the same thing ;)

ic- Skye slowly slumped over as the half-ogre left, cackling harshly to himself, the door slamming closed with a creaky groan in his wake. She chewed on the small hunk of bread slowly, as if in a stupor. A thought drifted across her mind, and she smiled dreamily. "If I were to meet this "Master" of his I'd smack him senseless and demand why he goes around kidnapping people out of the blue without so much as a by-your-leave. THEN I'd scream bloody murder til I died or was rescued." The half-elf couldn't help emitting a hysterical- bordering on insane- laugh at this mental image. Her nerves weren't quite like they used to be, considering the recent events. She tossed the remains of her crusts up at the gleaming skeleton, so that its head rocked back and forth as if nodding, its cage swinging slightly. "You probably laughed yourself to death in here, didn't you?" Skye asked her silent companion. It continued to nod, its mad grin frozen permanently upon its features.
Skye shook herself violently. "Pull yourself together! And you call yourself a bladebard! I mean, for Gods sakes, you're talking to a skeleton!" She argued angrily with herself, gesturing up at the rotting creature, which continued to grin inanely down at her. "And now you're having a two sided conversation with yourself," she added dryly. "Dunno how long I've been in here sweating with fright, but its been too long. Time to find a way out." After examining the shackle locks fruitlessly, she stood up as best she could. Skye looked around, searching for anything that could be used as means of escape.

ooc- look what happens to you when your mind becomes pent up after so many exams... O.O;;;

[ 12-22-2002, 10:22 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

<u><font color=silver>Skye</font></u>
<font size=4><font color=990000>Y</font></font>ou could hear the shufflings of the half-orcan guard outside of your door again, but this time he was conversing with someone. After a moment of dialogue you could not translate, you hear the half-orc growl and then his heavy footsteps trail down the hall. Again somebody was intruding into your cell. This time it was dark, gaunt figure, a black hood shadowing its face. This transgressor held in his right hand a distinct key, and in his left hand a collar. Silently the figure kneeled down beside you, the shackles holding you from any struggle as he placed the heavy iron band calmly around your neck. His breaths were insanely steady as he then unlocked your shackles with the key, rose to his feet, and tugged at the chain connected to your collar. His voice was a soft, dark whisper. <font color=silver>"Come along, pretty one, it's time."</font> He then led you down the hall, where the half-orc was waiting, holding the chains of three elves, in the same prediciment as you...

<u><font color=silver>Pathris, Lurin, and Turgon</font></u>
<font color=990000><font size=4>Y</font></font>our conversations and observations were cut short as a huge, burly half-orc opened up your cell door with violent speed. With a grunt, he slammed the door behind him and approached each of you with a collar and chain. Any kicks and blows were futile against the creature's muscles and armor, and Turgon, you find your arcane powers void in this dark cell! (Though that does not mean it's void everywhere. Perhaps ONLY the cell. You'll just have to experiment!) One by one the half-orc approaches each of you and fastens a collar around your neck, then leading you out of the cell like dogs. There you saw a dark, thin man, holding the leash of a half-elven woman, in the same prediciment as you...

<u><font color=silver>Skye, Pathris, Lurin, & Turgon</font></u>
<font color=990000><font size=4>T</font></font>he gaunt figure muttered to the half-orc. <font color=silver>"What does the master bid of these?"</font> The brute then grunted a reply, <font color=silver>"Not sure. Master no tellin' me des tings..."</font> The man then growled in exasperation, <font color=silver>"Bah! Imbecile! Now I'll have to contact him... Here, hold her... Careful, you fool! He wants that one in good condition!"</font> He handed off Skye's leash to the half-orc, grumbling to himself and pulling a small, purple-black orb from the folds of his cloak. Turning his back to the group, he began muttering in an unknown tongue to it. The half-orc held all the chains precariously, looking quite nervous about holding all four of the prisoners while his friend was completely distracted.