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Pleased with his new found little friend, as he DOES adore animals, he shifts to make eye contact with his companions. If they wanted to attack, most certainly this would be the best time to do so. He then turns back to the owl, petting it gently and trying to keep it distracted.
Gunter is surprised with the Owl, and finds it absolutely adorable. He cannot resist but to go forth and attempt to see if he can get the owl to become remain quiet. He honestly didn't want to waste more time in battle..
When all the shouting began, the young oracle decided it would be best to wait until all noises settled down before he rejoined his fellow prisoners, waiting to see what they decide to do next.
The oracle seems to recall retrieving a rather large amount of rope from their earlier escapades. Although Katrin runs off, he does not follow, instead, scribbling quickly onto his board. We have rope, can someone create a grappling hook or something? I imagine it wouldn't be too hard to escape, and we can go on about our way, instead of going back and causing more of a ruckus.
Watching this whole thing play out, Gunter just stared in awe at the two and their little argument. Then poof, there goes the snakes head... How the hell was he going to get out of here alive with such angry people around! Of course, if he let them lead on ahead, there would be a greater chance for him not to be used as cannon fodder. After all, how big of a threat would the little boy be compared to this crazy woman and the ogre, both of which seem to be having a contest on seeing who could cause the biggest ruckus.
Gunter, frustrated with his companions everlasting concern with killing everyone, quickly scribbled on his board with neat, slightly slanted hand writing. Can we just get out of here?! Seriously, we were so concerned about escaping, now you wish to kill everyone? Let's just leave this place! Certainly, you'll all have the chance to kill again once we are free! I'd rather have that happen when we are less likely to get ganged up on!
Gunter does, indeed, open the doors for the others, pressing himself against the wall to allow the other's to push right past him. One day, he'll be a bit more useful, but for now, he'll leave the more... Hardcore stuff to the others.
An odd uncertainty came across Gunter as he looked back at the unconscious Grumblejack. It felt a bit wrong to have him stay there, but there was a better chance at finding something useful, even if just to keep himself safe, if he tagged along with the others. Although Gunter has very little training in combat, he decides some arms are better than none. He takes a chain shirt, as well as a light mace for protection. After which, he looks around after he's equipped for anything that might be able to heal the poor ogre, or anything that he could use more specific to his abilities.
Cure Light Wounds Gunter wasn't ready to watch the ogre die just yet! He quickly made his way over to him, giving up his last spell to try to save Gumblejack.
Everything seemed to happen so quickly, and before the boy even knew it, the guards were dead, and the horns rang throughout the prison. As much as he hated to admit it, it was time that the ogre went to the front. Gunter didn't want to see his new ally fall so quickly, but there was no other option left, and without any further spells to cast, sans one, it would be best to just let the more... Active of the part go ahead of him. In his mind, his contribution to any fight that was to be had was through Grumblejack. He remained to the back of the group, moving so that Grumblejack could, in fact, move to the front of the group, if that is what he desired. At this point, he couldn't exactly force him to do anything against his will.
Gunter sticks back at the back of the group, knowing that the other's are taking care of it. He feels just a bit useless, but hey, he wanted to stay clean.
Gunter really doesn't do anything for the moment, wondering the same thing as Taemon'dow.
The boy gives a sigh of relief, and takes the clothing that is meant for him, stepping behind the large ogre to get dressed. He is rather shy about his own immature body, and dresses, quickly, before popping back around. Out of the dirty drab from before, he looks quite adorable, and not very manly at all. Out of chains and filth, he looks more of his age, a ripe age of fifteen. He was still very unsure about the whole plan, but he would do his best not to let anyone die.
As soon as Taemon'dow suggested to leave Grumblejack behind, Gunter fummmed a bit, grabbing his arm tight, of course not hurting him, but trying to make sure that he couldn't go anyway. Wait! If we leave Grumblejack behind, surely he will turn against us! We can't betray him like that! Wouldn't you do the same if someone left you behind after you made a promise? Of course, technically he had already done his side of the bargain, letting him out of his cell and healing his wounds. It just felt very wrong to let the group leave him behind.
What a surprise! It was as if this person who had giving Taemon'dow the veil knew exactly about each of them. No, surely they knew, after all, why else would there be slate and chalk, which was most likely specifically for him? Either way, it seemed that this bag was a good find, and he was wise to check it! The pat on the shoulder wasn't exactly welcomed at this moment though, since the man expected Gunter to carry the bag. Did he look like he was strong enough to move quickly AND carry clothing and aid for six people? The boy took the man's hand again. I don't think I'm going to carry it. It's cumbersome, and I already don't move that fast. How about we get the ogre to carry the bag. I do not want him used as a distraction, as I had already healed him once, and do not want that in vain.
With the agreement of Taemon'dow to let him take the sack, he gave it a pull, to which he was greeted with a now solid object. He knelt to the floor, letting the bag sit there, and begins to search through it, to see if there is anything of use.
Simply shaking his head once touched, he gave a moment to think back to when they were back in the cell.. He began to wonder about the veil, as the only thing he was able to get from it was the unholy symbol which rested uneasily in his mouth. The boy walked over to Taemon'dow, touching his arm in a thoughtful manner. I thought I saw something else that was on the veil.. A bag of sorts.. some rope.. and a potion thing.. Did you want to try to see if that bag had anything in it? It would make sense that the lady would give you something, rather than just an empty sack, right?
A pleased look came to Gunter's features as some of the others approved of his newgained ally. Sure, some of them might have had their concerns, but if the ogre did decide to betray them, he was fairly certain that the other's could take care of it. He wasn't that sure about Katrin's suggestion though. He wanted the ogre to protect HIM not the others, as they probably weren't as squishy as he was in the nicest sense. Plus, he was using up his precious spells to heal the giant. To see him get hurt again was not at the top of the kid's list. He wouldn't say anything just though..
With nothing noted, he returns to Lysander's side, waiting for just a while longer to see if the man is alive or not, and if he should cast another spell.
Gunter simply nods, agreeing with the ogre. Better a nice strong body guard, just incase Lysander has more trouble than originally thought. He looks around once more, seeing if there was anything else he had missed in the cell block.
With the threat of attack over, Gunter rushed straight over to Lysander's side, casting a spell to try to revive his ally. Sure, they had just met and he owed nothing to the man, the boy felt that it was appropriate to give at least a little consideration to someone who praised his god and held him in a high manner.
With the spell cast, he got up quickly, going to get the keys and heading back to the cell to unlock his new ogre ally, touching his hand again. Remember our deal.. And as for touching you, it's the only way I can communicate for now.
As the battle escalates, the sound of a sword slashing alerts the boy of the ongoing fight in the other room, and he moves to enter it. He starts to concentrate to casts a healing spell on his fallen ally as soon as he can.
With a bit of a smile, he took the hand extended to him and shook it. I'm a bit of a healer, yes.. When we get the keys, we'll let you out. For now, let me heal you up a bit.
For some odd reason, hearing the ogre speak startled Gunter for just a moment. He had not been aware that such a creature would be able to say anything. Then again, he was already in rather strange company. He moved over quickly to him, staying away from the fight at this moment, and placed his small hand against the one that grasped the bars before him. We are. I'm not too strong, so I'm holding back until my spells can be effective. You're hurt. If I heal you, will you help us? Just his appearance alone seemed far stronger than his. He could prove useful as a body guard if he agreed.
Surely, the noise caused by his group would alert the guards, along with the other prisoners around him. As he was quite... Vulnerable at this moment, and he thought that using his spells would be inconvenient while the other's charged ahead, he gave a look around the cellblock to see if there was anything potential useful around. :
Please, don't call me chosen, it's just a title, and not really one I hear too often. It doesn't seem to call any respect here either, so you don't need to use it. My name is Gunter, I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, but as stated before, I have issues with speaking. We can have a more formal introduction once we escape, but for now, we'll keep this brief and focus on the task at hand, okay? Gunter did, infact, enjoy the little smile's he received from Lysander, simply for the fact that it was a more simple sign, than the lashing out he'd gotten from the woman from earlier. With his point across, he returned to his position, to wait and see if the other's had something against his Idea, or if that was to be rejected.
With his wrists free, Gunter allowed his full mouth to smile, and took just a moment to stretch. He took the opportunity to quietly move to Lysander's side, after the guard had left once more. He seemed the best person to use as a translator, as he was the only one to at least take kindly to him. Gunter placed his hand on the other's shoulder, having an idea about how they could escape. I think I have a way we could at least escape out of this cell.. If we could get a guard to come over, I can cast a spell to have him attack his ally. That way, we could have at least one of them down, and overpower the second, and then get their keys from them. Could you tell the other's that?
Personally, Gunter didn't really like being called chosen; having himself put up on a pedestal higher than others made him feel quite awkward. The reaction that he received from the woman certainly did startle him, and he found himself pressed up a bit further against the wall. What in the world was wrong with her?! Certainly, yes, they were in an odd and very unfortunate situation, but had done nothing at all to cause her any harm! Was someone as young as he was something to be intimidated by? It didn't matter, no, and he did not really care about it one way or another. Once freed, he planned to return to his sect. The symbol reached his hands and he judged the size of it. It was small enough to hide in the one place he figured was safe on his person. The guards already knew of his mutism, so they wouldn't check his mouth, atleast, that's what he was going to assume. Without another sound, he allowed it to slip into his mouth, closing it and shifting it around with his tongue until it sat so that it looked almost normal. Not a permanent solution, but the best one he had.
A strange feeling overcame the boy as Lysander he was called 'chosen one'. It was bizarre to hear such a term, as back in the sect, no one quite called him as such. It was not as if he could say thank you, or really acknowledge the other in any way, since Marvo seemed to be rather displeased with any sort of contact he made. The man would have to be satisfied with a small smile and a nod. The veil was quite lovely.. And he could see the symbol of his dear god on the. And there was a symbol there he recognized.. If these people were correct, and that the symbols could be taken off, then it would be wise for him to have that particular one.. He reached over to touch Katrin this time, toughing her hand ever so lightly. Excuse me.. But if what they say works, can I have the Unholy symbol, the star shaped one? I should be able to use any of my spells with it.. He quickly moved away again, since the woman seemed much more irritable than everyone else. He prayed to his dear god that she wouldn't try to lash at him! Gunter was fairly certain he wouldn't stand a chance.
Perhaps no one had really noticed what he was doing.. But more likely, they didn't care. It would be rather difficult in escaping with the others if they didn't know about his unfortunate condition. Gunter twisted and contorted his hands, trying to at least make some sort of contact with half-orc beside him. It was not the time to waste his link on the other's here, for during the escape, it might prove much more useful. A small smile reached his lips as he managed to place a slender finger against the hands of his neighbor, and he allowed his mind to open, for the one he was touching to hear. Hello... Well, um, yes, hello! I'm very sorry or invading your space, but I cannot talk normally, as you and the other's can. I'm an oracle, and in exchange for my abilities, my god took my speech away. And the only way I can exchange my thoughts is telepathically, via contact with another. I don't want to impede too much on your conversation with the others, so I would just appreciate it greatly if you could tell them that I'm willing to help in escaping in any way I can.. After getting his thoughts across, he quickly moved away from Marvo, back into his own little space, just incase the green one found that he was more of a threat than an ally.
Gunter had not thought that anyone would be getting visitors in this desolate place. In fact, he had nearly come to terms with dying here, as he had not the strength nor general will to attempt an escape. While Taemon'dow was gone, the youth finally opened his eyes, looking to see who was beside him. The woman to his right seemed down right frightening, with her constant struggle to get free, and the man to his left was handsome, yes, but not of the same species as he was, he took it. Either way, he sat in silence until Taemon'dow returned, his eyes closed, and opening once he arrived again. The mentions of a way to escape seemed to peak his interest,just a wee bit, though just the same he was content to die here. When asked about who he was, he shook his head, shifting in his shackles to point to his throat. Perhaps at least someone in this cluster of prisoners, would understand. He could try to reach either of the people to his sides, a simple touch would allow him to communicated but...
Perhaps the quietest of them all sat wedged between Marvo and Katrin, his eyes not even opening during the conversations that were happening around him. Such conversing was lost on him, for back in his home, the only words whispered were prayers to his god, and even then he hardly participated. He had not regrets for the actions that caused him to be here, as he was taught that such feelings were of immense weakness. If only his god could see him now, chained up like an animal, thin and weak from lack of nutrients. He was but a lad, hardly breaking the age of independence in this country, and has hardly seen outside of his sect. In saying this, however, chains and filth were not new sights to him, and he seemed almost comfortable against the wall. What the lad didn't like was the strangers that surrounded him. What strange beings they seemed to be, and worse so, they seemed to be hatching a plan of sorts in which he wasn't sure he even wanted part of. He gave a slight shake of the shackles, giving a small bit of a smile. They were very much like the ones his priest enjoyed using on him, though just the same, he could not escape. Instead, he continue to listen to the others. |
