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| 24 Jun 2012 01:05 PM |
(First come first reply. May be references in the ISRP. I will use asterisks ti represent italicized words.)
Morning. It coaxes out of your bleary slumber. You can sense it, even in the dark confines of the cell encased in stone that bears no light. The yearning of the early day light forces you to open your eyes. Instinctively you smile. The time has come when you have served your time in this filth-begotten place. As the fatigue of bruises and hurt settle in, the blurriness in your vision seems to subside. Your eyes readjust to the dark.
The sight the previous night lies unchanged, as if suspended in time itself. You had spent many nights in this prison, waiting to be freed. You can't even seem to remember what you were dragged into this cage for anymore.
*What crime was it that I was punished?*
(Remember, first reply first serve.) |
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| 24 Jun 2012 01:23 PM |
| Slowly, memory started to seep back, and i remembered i was thrown in this cesspool for trying to kill a corrupt priest. (That ok?) |
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podraptor
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| 24 Jun 2012 01:38 PM |
(Of course. Thanks for posting.)
You laugh mirthlessly. That demon was asking for it, worshiping false gods of Redwallen Dagger for a few pouches of coin. He deserved a dagger across his throat. You feel as if the death of that goat-kisser was actually worth imprisonment in a dank jail cell for seven years, living off the entrails of dead rats. You quickly push the thought of that out of your head. Today, you are finally free.
The walls around you, smooth stone brick, permeated the smell of rot and death around you. The creepers and shoots of moss grew through cracked mortar in the disrepair. It further disgusted you that you were bound to the wall, in heavy-set wrought iron chain. The lice-invested hay your limp figure lay upon was heavy with the reeking stench of vomit and pieces of congealed blood the guards had beaten out of you endless nights ago. *Finally. I will be free.*
In front of you your freedom was blocked with a wall of iron bars, oddly slick and oily to the touch. The wall of bars held a rusty-hinged door of similar appearance; it seemed so well-concealed it seemed to sink in the wall itself.
A few paces on ahead, on the other side of the bars, lay an oil lantern that never seemed to die on a stout wooden table. The light from it spread tall shadows into the cell.
By-and-by, footsteps of boots echoed from the hall that stretched to the left, creeping closer and closer until a person's shadow could be seen rounding the corner. With a stout build and curly-brown hair, the man that walked towards the cell wore a dirty white tunic, an illustration of a spangenelhelm crossed by two swords told that he was a prison guard. Surprising due to his height, the man had a long gait, and veered ever closer to where you lay.
It was time for him to let you out.
(What do you do?) |
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| 24 Jun 2012 01:47 PM |
| (Wait, Do i have to break out? Is the guard here to execute me?) |
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podraptor
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| 24 Jun 2012 01:49 PM |
| (It's up to your character. You could wring the bars with your hands, asking if your gonna get out. You could spit at his feet and jeer that your getting out. You can be paranoid and wait for what's gonna happen. It's up to you.) |
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| 24 Jun 2012 01:51 PM |
(...Alrighty then)
Scan the nearby floor for a stone or rock and hide it as well as i can. If thats not possible, wait for the guard to come. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 01:57 PM |
Despite the poor state of the prison, you feel surprised at the attempt to prevent leaving anything a prisoner could use. You wait for the man to approach, his heavy eyes setting dark rings of exhaustion on his face. Despite his appearance, the man's face seems to be set in stone, nothing betraying his emotion. You stay where you are, confident in what will come, yet your heart bounds in your chest, and you hold your breath. Perhaps they may be coming to execute you, or torture you one last time. Obscured by shadows, you lie in the darkness awaiting your fate.
The guard stops, grasping the guards and bending his head closer, trying to find you in the darkness of the cell. "Hey, anyone in here? Your mangy, vagrant hide is free." The guard growls, almost in contempt, though his face still holds that hard, deceiving glare. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:00 PM |
"Of course im in here" Reply sarcastically. I couldn't of gone anywhere else...chained to this wall. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:06 PM |
| "Your lucky I can't beat the Light out of your arse any longer." The man scowls. He starts to unlock the door, fingering the key-ring at his belt, deliberate in slowly sorting the keys out one by one. Small signs of a grin settle on the corner of his expressionless mouth. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:12 PM |
Ignore the mans statement, thing was if i wasn't so emaciated and frail, i would of kicked his ass anyday. I was well aware that he was purposefully taking his time, i just didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:16 PM |
| Eventually, the man unlocked the cell door and enters into the vile room. He begins to fumble for the keys to your chains, muttering curses and oaths as he stares at you from the shadows of his helmet. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:19 PM |
| Stare back, soon i would be free from this filthy, vermin invested box and free again. Would that stop me from killing? Probably not. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:21 PM |
| (Wait,can they be more than one character?) |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:28 PM |
Under his gaze you reply with a sly grin, urging him to dare punch you in the face again. His stare turns darker, his blue pupils narrowing in the shadows. Reluctantly he unlocks the iron cuffs that bit at your wrist. After too many years of prison, they fall harmlessly to the ground, falling and rebounding onto the uneven stone on the ground. The many years of pressure from the hand-cuffs have done its toll, and you gape in awe at your wrists. The areas on the edge of the cuffs have been pressed raw and bleeding, the rest of your wrists red, seething with visible lice the color of pale white.
It is not before long that the guard realizes why you stay rooted to the ground, and shoves you with a smirk out of the doorway of your filthy accommodations for seven tiring years. You collapse onto the cold floor of the prison. "Get your things up the hallway to the right, scum. Your free." The prison guard barks with hatred in his voice from behind.
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:29 PM |
| (All posters control one character. You affect this characters decision. Like I said, first come first server.) |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:38 PM |
| Proceed to collect my belongings at a brisk pace, not too fast though as the guard may think im up to something. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 02:56 PM |
| Stumbling out into the claustrophobic hall, you make steady pace towards where the guard had directed you. You realize how stiff your legs are, and lean against the wall for support as your make your way farther down the winding corridors. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 04:26 PM |
You head on through the hallway, bounding along a seemingly endless array of corners, turns, and curves. The tales of Shayol Ghul prison were right, even the construction and architecture was built to drive a person mad beyond recovery. Your head hurts at high-pitched screaming, and your vision begins to swim. Then, you see it. Around the corner is an exit, into a room. The room with your possessions, your freedom. You don't think you can go on. Your exhaustion takes hold of you, but you cannot stay here to die. To dieee... To die.... Every thought echoes in your mind.
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| 24 Jun 2012 04:34 PM |
Continue walking towards the door. "This place wont get the better of me." |
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| 24 Jun 2012 05:35 PM |
| Determined, you resolve to press on wards. You must reach the light. You must reach your freedom. Your liberty. Your rights as a person once more. Every step forwards makes the exit farther and farther away. Sweat beads on your forehead. The exit is indistinguishable, no replaced by a bright light. *I must reach for the light. Reach it and live again.* |
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| 24 Jun 2012 05:42 PM |
| I decide to take a small moment of time and close my eyes, that way I can think about what I will do when I get out and think clearer. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 05:46 PM |
The light falters, pulses dimmer, at your effort. It gets farther and farther apart. You collapses to the floor as the light, the image of the terrifying light explodes in your mind. The echoes of screaming is heard, swirling in your thoughts. Thoughts. *Gods, the horrible screaming! Make it stop!*
Then, blackness.
*Am I dead?*
The fading chirps of birds sound in the distance. A horse's nay starts beside you. Warmth on your face. Your legs ache. Your arms are stiff. |
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| 24 Jun 2012 05:50 PM |
| I open my eyes, preparing for some sort of bodily fluid to be on my face.(Such as horse feces.) |
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| 24 Jun 2012 07:29 PM |
You open yours to welcome nothing but early morning light, beaming down from above into your face. The soft, incessant neighs of a horse is in front of you, a red bay horse standing idle in one of two aged wooden stalls. He drinks thoroughly from water appears to be a small water trough in front of him. Above the stalls lies a filled hayloft, hanging amidst the gables of the place. These were not the dark dungeons of Shayol Ghul that you had remembered, but a simple farmer's barn. Above at the hayloft was an open window, a wood framed square in the primitive stone construction of the walls; it welcomed in the light on your face.
Dank moldy stone had been replaced with clean, light gray brick. Filthy, flea-infested hay had been replaced by clean, brilliant straw, glimmering golden yellow in the rising sun. You had not recollection of how you had ended up in the barn. You sigh in relief as you run your head through your hair, hidden by a dark-green cloak. *It was all a dream? Gods, I hope it was.*
What were you doing in a farmers barn? To no memory did your family or yourself own a farm, nor any crops or farming land. Your head hurts at the thought, a migraine drilling into the back of your skull. Trespassing in a farmer's barn.
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