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Fear. Hate. Sorrow. Death.
Your last thoughts, perhaps, as your mind replays for you the image of the magical energy that transformed your flesh to stone. And program has become tiresome after several million reruns. If this is eternity then the priests have done a really excellent job of conning everyone else.
But the universe has a plan.
It all began with the realignment of the planets. Who would have thought that such held much power? Not your jailers it seemed, else they would have been more prepared when the magic ceased... for but a moment, on the Day of the Black Sun.
And you are back in flesh.
But all around you, figures clothed in black robes with red trim, the same garb worn by those who placed you here in the first place.
It's kill or be killed. Choose your fate!!!
It takes Vhailor a few moments to realise that anything had changed. Since his imprisonment he had turned his mind toward the void, lucidly dreaming of their coming. The return of his other sensations was welcome, but unexpected.
Cocking his head to the side, he gazed around the room trying to ascertain whether the other figures were jailors or jailees. "Confusing, to be awoken so. Naked, I feel without my apparatus."
Shedding his robes with a shrug, he lets loose an otherworldly hiss. A black tentacle languidly unfolds now it is freed from confinement beneath the robe. The tentacle sinuously seeks the hoods of the figures closest, attempting to uncover their faces.
Perception:
"I know your faces not, speak - are you jailor or prisoner?" says the naked man with grey hair.
The voices chittered in his head, "The time will come, the time will come." And the voices did not lie.
As the stiffness that was his existence fades, Sa'Ryn drops low and scurries towards the darkest corner seeking comfort in the darkness of shadows. From there he surveys the scene before him looking for an opportunity to bring Death and Decay upon all who surround him.
Who knows how long Ive been trapped in stone. Over and over Ive done my forms in my head as my friend hisses along with my thoughts ...the egg will hatch wyrmling. be prepared. rend and slash and burn it all down...
and just like that I could actually feel my muscles flex and my senses returned. the time has come. people are yelling 'friend or foe'. the ones in black placed me here so they are foe for me. the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
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I flow into the form Four Killing Winds and attempt a Stunning Fist on the nearest jailor.
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Standing stock still, he tries to gauge his situation.
What is Skender wearing? I assume his gear was long gone before being turned to stone, so did they just stand him up or did they cover him? Is he naked or is he, too, wearing a robe?
Vhailor fixes his empty gaze on the female half-orc "Angry words, but wisely spoken. I am Vhailor"
The scream of rage that begun who knows, beyond her jailers, how long ago is finally able to find voice.
"It was foolish of you to try and refresh my prison unarmed." Angelica misinterpreting Safrac's statement to mean that she was going to be re-imprisoned if she tried to fight back, strikes out at her captors instead. In her blind rage she moves to claw at the nearest robed figure, without stopping to even listen to the end of Safrac's reasoning.
Her pale hands swing out, topped by fingernails sharpened to points and painted black.
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Who knows how long Ive been trapped in stone. Over and over Ive done my forms in my head as my friend hisses along with my thoughts ...the egg will hatch wyrmling. be prepared. rend and slash and burn it all down...
and just like that I could actually feel my muscles flex and my senses returned. the time has come. people are yelling 'friend or foe'. the ones in black placed me here so they are foe for me. the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
- 1d20 +13
I flow into the form Four Killing Winds and attempt a Stunning Fist on the nearest jailor.
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- 1d8 + 1
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For Syndir
For Skender
For Vhailor, Safrac, Angelica, Sa' Ryn Ricyn
Losing interest as two black robes engage each other Vhailor turns to regard the room. He looks for a doorway, and counts the number of robed figures in the room.
"الضربات فارغ العقل مع قبضة مغلقة" he says mostly to himself.
Vhailor steps to the door and pokes his head out for a quick look.
Perception:
He then addresses the room "The way is clear, shall you follow or stay?"
As one of the other floods the room with lights, Sa'Ryn hides his eyes then makes for the open door dashing under the arms of the one who is peering out it. He will look for a dark place to sit and evaluate the passage before moving on to far.
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The scream of rage that begun who knows, beyond her jailers, how long ago is finally able to find voice.
"It was foolish of you to try and refresh my prison unarmed." Angelica misinterpreting Safrac's statement to mean that she was going to be re-imprisoned if she tried to fight back, strikes out at her captors instead. In her blind rage she moves to claw at the nearest robed figure, without stopping to even listen to the end of Safrac's reasoning.
Her pale hands swing out, topped by fingernails sharpened to points and painted black.
Accepting the blow and moving with it to step back from the flailing figure, he mutters an imprecation as he gesticulates. His hand darkens, the surrounding light disappearing into it. Skender pushes back his hood with his other hand. 'Funny, I remember the guards being fond of cudgels.'
Did he just say 'the guards'? not 'us guards'...perhaps..a simple guard wouldnt have shrugged off that blow...
Sindir flows back into Coiled Serpent; weaving slightly with hands outstretched mimicking the cobras hood
But youre robed as were the jailors that placed me here. Are you saying that youre not?
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Refocusing his attention to the wildcat rampaging through the room, his hand still devoid of all light, he responds, 'You think a guard would be acting like that? Or that another guard was just waiting for the prisoner's to be returned to flesh so he could impress us all by revealing his nakedness under his robe? How about the small one that immediately ran and hid in the far corner of the room? Perhaps you noticed that you, too, are wearing the same robes?'
The scream of rage that begun who knows, beyond her jailers, how long ago is finally able to find voice.
"It was foolish of you to try and refresh my prison unarmed." Angelica misinterpreting Safrac's statement to mean that she was going to be re-imprisoned if she tried to fight back, strikes out at her captors instead. In her blind rage she moves to claw at the nearest robed figure, without stopping to even listen to the end of Safrac's reasoning.
Her pale hands swing out, topped by fingernails sharpened to points and painted black.
After her swing, she witnesses the chaos going on around her, and ties it in with Skender's words.
One man, with a tentacle, stands naked in the room.
Two of the robed figures are attacking each other.
One little one moved to hide.
Angelica decides to try and find out who the enemy is in this specific scenario.
But in the pure insanity going around, she can make neither heads nor tails of it.
Refocusing his attention to the wildcat rampaging through the room, his hand still devoid of all light, he responds, 'You think a guard would be acting like that? Or that another guard was just waiting for the prisoner's to be returned to flesh so he could impress us all by revealing his nakedness under his robe? How about the small one that immediately ran and hid in the far corner of the room? Perhaps you noticed that you, too, are wearing the same robes?'
A long look around and realization dawns...
There is much wisdom in your words sir and I am humbled by them. I acted rashly and offer my apologies.
too long in the void...body, mind and self become one.. my palms come together and fingers interlace into one fist as I bow my head.
If you can forgive me I would appreciate it and pledge that no further aggressions towards you shall I make. Any real guards that come upon us will not be so fortunate. I take it that all of us here in this room are prisoners?
Given all that is being said within the room, Angelica decides to show the rest of them that she is not like them. She does this the same way that the tentacled man showed he was not one of the jailers.
She shucks off the black robe, to show she is both unarmed and unarmored. "Look at me, I am not one of the jailers! We should ALL show.... where our allegiances lie."
Underneath, is a decent-looking pale skinned woman, with finely toned muscle definition that belies a strength not expected in her frame. Standing out amongst this, are her mismatched eyes, one light blue the other bright green.
Cocking his head to the side, Vhailor addresses the Female Half-Orc "ภาชนะ คำพูดของท่านเพราะเกรงว่าพวกเขามัดคุณ."
A solidly built man stands before you. Obviously a varisian, he seems somehow more, as if he were what varisians were meant to be. Hair so black as to be blue grows thick and long. His copper skin shines. Golden orbs look out at you yet it isn't the lack or irises and whites which leaves you feeling unsettled, but rather the penetrating gaze of a hunter boring into your being, measuring your soul.
Skender moves around the others towards the room's door. He steps by the oddly tentacled man treading lightly and slowly down the hall remaining alert to danger.
Wisdom seems to abound in this cell. Oh, who made the big mistake of placing us together? i will make my allegience known as well. Although before I bare myself I would let you know my name. I am Sindir Apep.
Removing his robes ...a serpent sheds many skins in its lifetime...to show a sun darked, slender body of medium height. Sindir is devoid of body hair and has a series of burn scars on his hands and arms.
Leaving now and talking later sounds fine by me too.
While the others skulk and peer about, Angelica takes the opportunity with the robe off to make it more able to move about in. She tears off the sleeves, and lifts the hem by tearing it to only knee length.
When she's done, she dons it once more, running the torn bottom through the sleeves and then tying it around her waist. She is holding onto the material in case she needs it later.
Seeing Angelica dress reminds Vhailor that it would probably be a good idea to do the same. He returns to where he shed his robe and picks it up with his tentacle before donning it.
Keeping our robes could help us bypass some guards without having to resort to violence and causing a clamor. One of us has yet to speak.
Gesturing towards 'Rose'.
For Sa'Ryn** spoiler omitted **
Smiling to himself...Ah this wouldnt be the first time my impressive nakedness has left a woman speachless. Ill admit that I mostly agreed to that just to get an eyefull of all three of these beautiful women...but this is neither the time nor place...
Syndir pulls the robe back on and motioning to the others...As the lady said we will have a much better chance of making it out of here if we work together.Then perhaps we should discuss what happened to allow us our freedom from that stony torment and what we're going to do next.
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For Sa'Ryn
Keeping low the feral looking Halfling creeps down the hall looking for victims.
Vhailor is comfortable to allow the others to take leading positions. His gaze wanders up and around, head cocked to the side occasionally as something piques his curiosity. Those near him can sometimes hear him mutter to himself in strange languages that they do not comprehend.
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For Sa'Ryn
Go ahead Vhailor. I will watch your backs and keep an eye out for the last prisoner in case she gets free.
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Oh Im staying with you all. I just meant that Id take the rear and keep looking back for her. I dont think anyone deserves that fate.