”Well, I don’t know where in the Hell’s we are now, but I was in the city of Rust when they got me. Granted there’s Rust, Arid, and desert as far as the eye can see in every other direction, so flip a coin if you feel like guessing. And if we’re not being sold to slavery, or waiting to get slaughtered for some rich guys amusement, why the hell else would we be stuck in these cages?” He states obviously retorically, with a little jiggling of his own cages bars to really drive in the point.
"Maybe we're the new circus attractions?" Crispy laughed, trying to lighten up the situation despite her physical condition. It was a long wheeze of a laugh."Wow, i'm thirsty. I wonder when they hand out refreshments..?"
"It's that brute, sledge!" The elderly man speaks up. "We've been selected to work in the furnace, cogs in the machine it would seem."
The iron double doors burst open and the silhouette of a tall, muscular individual with a limp approaches. "Cogs in your MACHIENE!!" The old man yells.
"Cogs?!?" A high pitched, crackly voice replies. "I'm gonna floss my teeth with your FACE!" As it lumbers closer you see a human, skin white and wrinkly. It wears cloth pants with a crude, sharply angled shoulder guard strapped on with leather and holds a long piece of rusted metal with a leather wrap for a handle. It begins to unlock the old man's cage, giggling as it does so.
"Wh-wait, wait!" The man yells, fear riddled in his voice.
The cage busts open and the large figure easily overpowers the man, grabbing him by an arm. "Awwww, c'mon, I made a finger pizza just for you!" He says, laughing as he pulls the man out from the cage and begins dragging him away.
”So it seems labor and cannibalism’s to be our fate, always thought I’d end up in a birds belly, rather then a human’s.” The orc says with detached amusement, as if this whole situation was happening to someone else.
The orc pulls his heavy clothe all around him, hiding his features under the comically large drapes, and the hulking figure seems to deflate into himself.
Crispy leaned in and grabbed the bars. She once again tried to use her strength and bend them, but she couldn't. She peeked through the bars curiously to try and see where the old man was being taken, to try and gain some sort of idea of where she was, but couldn't.
Yasei suddenly appears behind the rude tall fellow and the confused goth chick, and calls out to the guards: "Ah-ahm...excuse me? I need to speak to whomever is in charge of this establishment, and demand that I be released, at once." She then crosses her arms in front of her (passively recalling what the tall fellow said about having an arm ripped off), and stands there impatiently waiting for them to respond.
Cora jolts, she wasn't expecting to hear a voice in her head. She takes a moment to try and analyze what in the Planes was going on, but she wanted to be free, so..
The clothed figure seems to literally reinflate from a boneless large pile of clothe, back to the rippling gargantuan orc that’s muscles are so comically large, that his robe strains to not burst in even his most relaxed posture.
”About thirteenth weirdest thing to happen to me. There was this one time with the lord of Rust, twenty whores, a vat of hot sauce, and the best part... actually, probably not the most appropriate story for baby princess over here.”
The orc reaches out to grab the bars, his hands practically more scar and calloused tissue then unblemished.
"That must have been some good hot sauce." Cora said, her head between the bars.
Her headache was slowly fading now that the rune on her inner wrist winked out, and her strength was returning rapidly. It was an amazing chemical rush feeling her muscles work again, and she was beginning to feel much better. Her vision fully returned, and she was able to look at everyone much more clearly. Aside from the fact she had no idea who she was, where she was from, and how she got captured. She should have been angry, worried, and frustrated, but..strangely..
..she wasn't.
The orc seemed to know the most out of all of them in terms of this immediate area. She would listen every time he spoke. Maybe she could learn something. Then something caught her eye. On her inner arm was tattooed a word and 4 numbers.
"Hey!" She called out, feeling personable, and she smiled. "I'm Cora 2165! I think.. Look!" she held her other arm out to show everyone her discovery. She waved it around happily, as if she had discovered something major about herself.
Danica blinked and raised an eyebrow. "Interesting surname, Miss 2165. I am Danica Galefist, Lawbringer of the Citadel of the Returning Green and practitioner of Heaven's Fist of Justice and Renewal."
“Names Garlic Jasmine Basil Mint Skullcrusher” The fearsome orc states in a somewhat challenging tone of voice, narrowed eyes roving between all of you, promising a world of pain if you say the wrong thing.
“And I, am Kha’zix.” The voice chitters. “We do not have long here together before they return. I know for a fact, the head slavemaster here is after a new task force to carry out his duties. You must make yourselves known. A plan is in movement.”
Cora pointed to the redhead. "Danica Galefist, got it. I'm probably not going to remember the rest of what you said after that, though, sorry!" She gives you a slight sheepish grin. She turns to the Orc. "Nice to meet you!" she says, doing her best not to snort in a quick laugh. "I'd shake your hand but.." she tried to stretch and reach out, "but..I can't reach. Maybe once we get out of here?"
She then listened to the voice. "You guys hear that too, right?"
Yasei's gaze travels from inmate to inmate, studying each intensely. Sizing each up. Her eyes finally rest upon the one called Kha’zix. In a calm, almost monotonous voice, she addresses Kha'zix: "A samurai should always be prepared for death whether her own.........or someone else's."
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”Well, I don’t know where in the Hell’s we are now, but I was in the city of Rust when they got me. Granted there’s Rust, Arid, and desert as far as the eye can see in every other direction, so flip a coin if you feel like guessing. And if we’re not being sold to slavery, or waiting to get slaughtered for some rich guys amusement, why the hell else would we be stuck in these cages?” He states obviously retorically, with a little jiggling of his own cages bars to really drive in the point.
"Maybe we're the new circus attractions?" Crispy laughed, trying to lighten up the situation despite her physical condition. It was a long wheeze of a laugh."Wow, i'm thirsty. I wonder when they hand out refreshments..?"
Yasei hears footsteps approaching the iron doors.
"It's that brute, sledge!" The elderly man speaks up. "We've been selected to work in the furnace, cogs in the machine it would seem."
The iron double doors burst open and the silhouette of a tall, muscular individual with a limp approaches. "Cogs in your MACHIENE!!" The old man yells.
"Cogs?!?" A high pitched, crackly voice replies. "I'm gonna floss my teeth with your FACE!" As it lumbers closer you see a human, skin white and wrinkly. It wears cloth pants with a crude, sharply angled shoulder guard strapped on with leather and holds a long piece of rusted metal with a leather wrap for a handle. It begins to unlock the old man's cage, giggling as it does so.
"Wh-wait, wait!" The man yells, fear riddled in his voice.
The cage busts open and the large figure easily overpowers the man, grabbing him by an arm. "Awwww, c'mon, I made a finger pizza just for you!" He says, laughing as he pulls the man out from the cage and begins dragging him away.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
”So it seems labor and cannibalism’s to be our fate, always thought I’d end up in a birds belly, rather then a human’s.” The orc says with detached amusement, as if this whole situation was happening to someone else.
The orc pulls his heavy clothe all around him, hiding his features under the comically large drapes, and the hulking figure seems to deflate into himself.
Crispy leaned in and grabbed the bars. She once again tried to use her strength and bend them, but she couldn't. She peeked through the bars curiously to try and see where the old man was being taken, to try and gain some sort of idea of where she was, but couldn't.
She sighed, "Labor? Eh. Cannibalism? Euchhh.."
"Quit struggling, pasty cake!" The figure yells as it kicks open an iron door, disappearing through it.
As it opens, you see more metal pipes lining an adjacent hallway.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Yasei suddenly appears behind the rude tall fellow and the confused goth chick, and calls out to the guards: "Ah-ahm...excuse me? I need to speak to whomever is in charge of this establishment, and demand that I be released, at once." She then crosses her arms in front of her (passively recalling what the tall fellow said about having an arm ripped off), and stands there impatiently waiting for them to respond.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Cora looks curiously between Yasei and Sledge. "Oh, this can't be good.." She says, mostly to herself.
Simultaneously, you all hear a voice in the back of your mind.
Oddly, all it sounds like is a chittering like noise, but you're all able to understand it...
"Allow me to help you. We don't have much time." Tap your cage bars if you are interested.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Yasei is extremely hesitant, but tentatively reaches out and gently taps her cage's bars.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Danica gave a mental shrug and tapped the bars, reasoning that it was better to do something than to simply wait.
Cora jolts, she wasn't expecting to hear a voice in her head. She takes a moment to try and analyze what in the Planes was going on, but she wanted to be free, so..
Tap..tap..
The clothed figure seems to literally reinflate from a boneless large pile of clothe, back to the rippling gargantuan orc that’s muscles are so comically large, that his robe strains to not burst in even his most relaxed posture.
”About thirteenth weirdest thing to happen to me. There was this one time with the lord of Rust, twenty whores, a vat of hot sauce, and the best part... actually, probably not the most appropriate story for baby princess over here.”
The orc reaches out to grab the bars, his hands practically more scar and calloused tissue then unblemished.
"That must have been some good hot sauce." Cora said, her head between the bars.
Her headache was slowly fading now that the rune on her inner wrist winked out, and her strength was returning rapidly. It was an amazing chemical rush feeling her muscles work again, and she was beginning to feel much better. Her vision fully returned, and she was able to look at everyone much more clearly. Aside from the fact she had no idea who she was, where she was from, and how she got captured. She should have been angry, worried, and frustrated, but..strangely..
..she wasn't.
The orc seemed to know the most out of all of them in terms of this immediate area. She would listen every time he spoke. Maybe she could learn something. Then something caught her eye. On her inner arm was tattooed a word and 4 numbers.
"Hey!" She called out, feeling personable, and she smiled. "I'm Cora 2165! I think.. Look!" she held her other arm out to show everyone her discovery. She waved it around happily, as if she had discovered something major about herself.
Danica blinked and raised an eyebrow. "Interesting surname, Miss 2165. I am Danica Galefist, Lawbringer of the Citadel of the Returning Green and practitioner of Heaven's Fist of Justice and Renewal."
“Names Garlic Jasmine Basil Mint Skullcrusher” The fearsome orc states in a somewhat challenging tone of voice, narrowed eyes roving between all of you, promising a world of pain if you say the wrong thing.
“And I, am Kha’zix.” The voice chitters. “We do not have long here together before they return. I know for a fact, the head slavemaster here is after a new task force to carry out his duties. You must make yourselves known. A plan is in movement.”
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Cora pointed to the redhead. "Danica Galefist, got it. I'm probably not going to remember the rest of what you said after that, though, sorry!" She gives you a slight sheepish grin. She turns to the Orc. "Nice to meet you!" she says, doing her best not to snort in a quick laugh. "I'd shake your hand but.." she tried to stretch and reach out, "but..I can't reach. Maybe once we get out of here?"
She then listened to the voice. "You guys hear that too, right?"
Danica nodded. "If you are referring to the insectoid voice calling itself Kha'zix, then yes."
Yasei's gaze travels from inmate to inmate, studying each intensely. Sizing each up. Her eyes finally rest upon the one called Kha’zix. In a calm, almost monotonous voice, she addresses Kha'zix: "A samurai should always be prepared for death whether her own.........or someone else's."
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?