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Post by Rac & Roll on Aug 8, 2018 22:05:00 GMT 10
PRISON CELL - CLICK HERE(Part 2 Bio. Main thread – Starter thread.)
You gradually come around/awaken to find yourself in a bare, cold, damp, dim cell. You feel, hungry, hurt, cold and aching all over. Two others are there, they appear to be coming round from some injury, or spell, you are not quite sure. All of you are lying/sitting on the cold hard stone floor. The door of the cell has a square barred hole, about the size of a face, in the upper half of the door. One of you looks in his mid thirties with brown greying hair, he has an injury from a blow to the head. He has a short white beard. His clothes appear to be of good quality, possibly a man of the church, however, the clothes appear dirtied, with a few small rips. Around his neck is a chain with something on it, he has a leather belt, a wood crucifix next to him with a vial, and a covered book. His leather boots look worn from much travel. One of you looks average height, early twenties, human, lean and very fit. He has an injury from a blow to the head. He is wearing a cloth shirt, cloth breeches, a tunic, a cloak dirtied by much travel, and leather boots. The overall appearance of the man is that of someone who is suited to hunting , and at home in the woods. One of you again looks average height, mid twenties, human, who appears groggy as if drunk or drugged. He wears a head cowl, Tunic, cloth breeches and leather shoes. He has a clerical air about him, as he has a wooden crucifix and a journal. He has a cape, but like the rest of you, he appears to lack travellers possessions. You are strangers to each other, yet you have been thrown together in this cell. (The Lord works in mysterious ways !) Neither of you know each others background, beliefs, or reasons for this imprisonment.
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cj
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Post by cj on Aug 8, 2018 22:47:44 GMT 10
(I'm assuming this is where we reply..?)
Taking in the surroundings, I cautiously make contact with my cellmates. I say cautiously, because at this point I am not yet sure they are both actually prisoners.. one could well be a spy planted here by my captors to extract information. I've seen that tactic used in these situations before...
"Gentlemen, since we all look to be in similar condition, I am going to assume that neither of YOU can remember how you got here either." My voice carries a thick accent, you can tell that I am of Eastern European decent. "Is this correct?"
I move to wherever the light allows me to be clearly seen by both men, in the hope that they will see that I mean them no harm.
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Guy
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Post by Guy on Aug 8, 2018 22:54:30 GMT 10
(Dedo) I look around the cell at the other two prisoners. Assuming their situation is the same as mine, I say, "Anyone recognize the uniforms of the soldiers who brought us here? Or do you know why they brought us here?"
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cj
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Post by cj on Aug 8, 2018 23:12:46 GMT 10
"If the soldiers you encountered were anything like the ones I encountered - grey uniforms, black white & red cross motif - then yes I do know who they are. Those are Baron Heimlich's men, or at the very least, sympathisers of his. But in order to know why we are here.. we'd have to know where 'here' is, right?" I look at the two men. "Any ideas?"
I start to have a good look around the cell, trying to find any hint of where we could be or anything that might offer a way out of here.
(Search ability: 7, D20 roll: 19)
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Guy
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Post by Guy on Aug 9, 2018 10:43:35 GMT 10
"Yes, those were the soldiers. Baron Heimlich, huh? I'm not familiar with the name. Does he have something against clerics, I wonder?" I motion to the cross on the other man's belt.
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cj
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Post by cj on Aug 9, 2018 11:01:55 GMT 10
I continue to search the cell as I speak.
"Clerics? Not particularly, as far as I am aware. I think we may just have each been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was simply on my way home.."
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Post by Winston on Aug 9, 2018 11:04:34 GMT 10
Groaning and reaching up to tenderly touch his aching head. "I do not know about our captors like or dislike of clerics, but I can say that the men who hit me are well on their way to becoming honorary Nuns with the way they handle those oversized rulers they used for clubs." Pulling his hand away from the wound, he grimaces at the blood on his fingers. "Great, this is just great....I had choir practice to attend and look at me now." Looking around the cell, he takes a deep breath. <Well I am here and the Lord has never let me down, so I will take a chance and see if these men are friend or foe.> "Gentlemen. Allow me to introduce myself." He nods to each of you in turn. "I am Cedric Heathman, a humble servant of God. I do not know this Baron Heimlich, or if I did I have forgotten it in my haste to hit myself in the head with his henchmen's truncheons." Cedric, tries to stretch and see if there are any other injuries, but other than a few sore spots from being on a cold dank stone cell floor for some time he can find no other injuries.
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Post by Rac & Roll on Aug 9, 2018 11:23:19 GMT 10
Searching the cell comes to no avail. The cell is dim, damp and cold. There are a few sign of blood spattered on the back wall. There are a few small patches where someone has tried to scratch their initials into the stone.
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Post by Winston on Aug 9, 2018 11:50:05 GMT 10
Attempting to stand, Cedric wobbles a bit and then groans as he stands up and stretches. Rubbing his aching back, "Do you think it would be inhospitable if I were to complain to the management of this fine establishment about the condition of the room?" He says in a soft quiet voice.
He then starts patting himself down. <Bible, crucifix, family jewels...well I still have the important things....wait..> He reaches quickly for his neck and feels the small silver necklace and the pendant that hangs from it..he visibly relaxes, sighs and kisses the pendant.
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Post by Rac & Roll on Aug 9, 2018 12:01:20 GMT 10
Cedric has his "Family Jewels" intact, his pendant, and his Bible, but little else.
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cj
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Post by cj on Aug 9, 2018 12:26:29 GMT 10
Since searching the room is proving futile, I turn and look over my cellmates. Satisfied for the moment that neither of them is a spy, I turn and address Cedric, holding out a hand in friendship.
"Cedric, it is good to be meeting your acquaintance. I am Tigran Dragescu, from Romania, but please - be calling me 'Tiggy', that is how I am known."
I address both men now.
"I also do not know much about this Baron, but his men are violent and ruthless. I think this has something to do with the turmoil that was being here years ago. The black days of the dark priests.. your parent and grandparents would have spoken of this thing. If my studies of your land have been accurate, it was the Dwarves who ended that terrible time, and that is what makes me think this is related because.. well.. let's just say I saw these men 'picking' on dwarves in particular.
I turn and face a wall, clearly upset by what I am speaking of.
<How could people do such terrible things.. even in war.. is there no honour in the world?>
"It was.. very unpleasant."
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Guy
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Post by Guy on Aug 9, 2018 13:06:18 GMT 10
I nod. "I saw the same thing... about the Dwarves." I shake both of their hands. "Cedric. Tiggy. I'm Dedo. I was traveling with some Dwarves when I was taken. With no way out of this cell, do you think we should wait for the Baron's men to speak to us or should we get their attention?"
(Rac, do I still have the item I was carrying?)
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Post by Rac & Roll on Aug 9, 2018 13:30:39 GMT 10
Dedo has his cape, his Journal, and his wooden crucifix. All other items are missing.
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Post by Winston on Aug 9, 2018 13:34:14 GMT 10
Cedric rubs his hands together to warm them.
<Quietly> "Well met my friends. I may not have any man made weapons, but...What I do have are miracles blessed upon me by the Holy Spirit."
He walks to the door and carefully peeks out the small window.
<still quietly> "The question is do we want to reveal our hand this early in the game or shall we, as you say, wait until the Barons men come to speak to us...that is assuming that they will come speak to us and not abandon us in this abysmal hole."
Looking at his new friends.
"Seriously...Who keeps a dungeon these days? I mean I thought these things went out with the Irish. And the cliche cold, wet dark thing is so overdone. "
He looks at the other puzzled men.
"I am sorry. When I get nervous I ramble. I know not much of this land or its troubles having only come here recently. I travel. I mean I travel a lot, and I generally go where the Holy Spirit leads me, so what I am doing here is not been revealed yet."
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Post by Rac & Roll on Aug 9, 2018 13:47:30 GMT 10
There is a sudden cacophony of noise outside the cell door. A click sound in the cell door lock, the door bursts open. 3 Soldier guards dressed in grey, throw a body into the cell. One shouting "Go die in there". The door is quickly pulled shut, and locked, and the sound of footsteps fade down the corridor.
An old man lies on the floor. He is ragged, very very skinny, very emaciated, and appears very near death. His efforts to move prove futile as he is just too exhausted.
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