While we're waiting on me to get the first post out, let's have everyone introduce themselves.

Also, please choose a color of text for your character's dialogue (unless you're on mobile, of course).

Text! should we like... roleplay or just give discriptions?

Kerook (I'm almost always on mobile.)

Just descriptions for now.

"Hunter's Moon" by Jason Chan Art Gallery

That piece serves as the inspiration.  Kisii is a very pale, slender halfling with black hair that hangs unkempt from her head.  It looks to be somewhat more than shoulder length but as disheveled as she appears, it's hard to tell for sure.  Her clothing appears to be made of animal hide, tailored to allow for some modesty while keeping cool in sweltering climates.

She appears to have been battered on the journey to the current location.  She has obviously suffered physical trauma, evidenced by various abrasions, contusions, a black eye, and a split lip.  In spite of it all, her lip curls in disdain as she looks at the other captives and when her captives are in sight, her glare never leaves them.

For text, I'll go with whatever most people are using, to minimize confusion.

(Each character should have a different color.)

Hrunting looks mostly like an elf with a few exceptions. he has ram horns that are quite sizable on either side of his head. He also has a long, thin tail. he is dressed in chain-mail with vestments with a symbol of a gauntlet with an eye on it. his skin is pale, just like a sun elf. his eyes are like little balls of topaz (tieflings eyes are always solid color) and his face is strong and clean. his hair is black, long and curly, going down to the middle of his back. he stands always stalwart in nature and has a calm and content smile on his face.

Kerook is a light-feathered aarakocra with a few orangey-yellow feathers at the tips of his wings. He stands at 5'0", and carries a quarterstaff. He has the head of an eagle with a sharp beak, and firmly planted on the ground are even sharper talons. He is fiercely loyal to his mates and does not talk much. 

(One thing I will say is that none of you have your equipment at the start.  Don't take it out of your inventory, but do unequip it.)

DM Screen:

 Kerook has been imprisoned for 6 days, Hrunting for 7, Kisii for 6, Qiao for 9, and Mialee for 1.

Everyone, please roll a d20 and add the number of days you've been imprisoned.

Probably should have put this first:

Captured by the drow! You wouldn’t wish this fate upon anyone, yet here you are — locked in a dark cave, the cold, heavy weight of metal tight around your throat and wrists. You are not alone. Other prisoners are trapped in here with you, in an underground outpost far from the light of the sun. Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you’ve met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow, one of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck. Mistress Ilvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. “Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive.” Her words echo in your memory, even as you plot your escape.

Days imprisoned: 1 Even if I die, I will never work under the hand of imprisoners. Hrunting stood up for what he believed in, even if it got him hurt. Especially so, even. he grew up with the firm knowledge in mind that the hand of Helm protects all worthy. So he never yields or breaks to oppression, he learned this even more so being a tiefling...

(No, I already rolled for how many day's you've been imprisoned.  See above post.  This roll is for something different.)

Hrunting has not managed to scavenge up anything useful during his imprisonment.

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Mialee is abnormally small for a drow woman which makes most drow men Uncomfortable. They aren’t used to looking down at one of the matriarchs. Mialee at a hair over 5 feet tall is still more than most drow men can handle. 

Silvery white hair drapes over her shoulders and her green eyes stand in stark contrast to her black skin. She wears fine clothes, a symbol of her former status in drow society, and wields a once-powerful orb. 

She seems stand-off-ish and shoots disgusted grimaces at those who act up or get too rowdy for her high-born tastes. 

12

Mialee, you have managed to scrounge up a single gold coin.

17

Kerook also has found nothing.

(Glad to see we’re starting out with such good rolls.)

18

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Even as Kisii remains wary of the vicious scourge, her most venomous glances are given to one drow warrior who cycles through their guard, a dark elf with a noticeable limp who seems to take particular pleasure in mistreating the diminutive woman.  She never accepts abuse without giving everything she has into retribution.  Any time their captors enter, for feeding or managing the work shifts, the first task is always to subdue her.  More than once, they've simply knocked her unconscious and she's missed many meals because of it.

One of the guards dared ask Mistress Ilvara why they bothered with such an unruly charge.  Her response was to dig her nails into a small bite wound on his forearm.  The elf winced momentarily before reasserting his emotional discipline. As she crushed down, she smiled, "That intensity of spirit will serve her well in the pits; one who does well in the pits is worth more than a hundred drudges."  He nearly swooned when she released him, gray patches blotting his arm where her fingers had been.  He kept his feet and bowed his head, effectively cowed.  Later, he took special care to deliver a few kicks to the halfling as she was held down by the others.  It took several, but eventually the fight was crushed out of her for the evening.  She lay on the cold, stone floor, retching for several minutes before her twitching muscles finally gave in to unconsciousness.