CheesecakeYour fury still kindled, you try to slow yourself down for a moment. The human gazes at you with honest eyes, and, making your decision, you wordlessly offer your hand through the small slat in the cell. He raises his eyebrows in surprise, then takes your hand in his, shaking it firmly. You pull it back through and lean closer to the slat. Then, expectantly.
You have a plan then human? He half-grins, his teeth bright white in the stained and grey background.
Hell, you're practically out already. He holds up a lockpick and disappears from view. You press your face to the slat, straining your eyes to see what he's doing. You hear him curse under his breath as he works, then aloud as you hear something
snap. He spins around, tossing his broken pick down the hallway and running his hands through his hair in frustration. Your heart sinks as the elf steps forward to console him, when suddenly he notices the human staring at something. You see it too. A small face watching the three of you with careful eyes. A muffled voice echoes from behind the metal door.
Hullo there Tallboy. Would you be so kind as to let me out? A woman! You assume she's talking about the human, and apparently so does he, for he opens his mouth to speak when suddenly the elf quips.
I'd be glad to Tree Stump. Not the best insult, you would say, but he makes up for it by opening the door to her cell in half the time it took the human to break yours, and the man stands off to one side, sulking.
She looks up at her releaser as the cell door creaks open, bowing humorously, then walks out into the hall and inspects the lock to your door. She starts jawing about architecture or something similar, and by the time you've begun paying attention again she's already punched the entire lock out of the door. You push the door open and look fully upon your rescuer. You snort derisively.
Some trick. Only a dwarf would think to leave a weakness in the open like that. You click your teeth together.
Right where you'd least expect it. She holds up a small metal pin definitively.
Dwarven ingenuity.Ross VernalYou look at the orc, and he looks back. Without a word he pushes his massive arm through the slat and offers his hand. You take it in yours and he squeezes it hard. You take your hand back and the orc bares his teeth in what you think is a thoughtful expression.
You have a plan then human? You give him a half-smile and hold up your lockpick.
Hell, you're practically out already. You go down on one knee and insert the pick in the lock. You can already feel that this one is going to be harder than the cuffs, and you frown in concentration as you work to release the orc. Your fingers start to grow tired and you try to force it, turning the pick the wrong direction. It snaps in your hands and you stare at the small piece of metal, bewildered. You turn and throw the broken pick as far as you can down the dark hall with an angry grunt. The elf steps forward with a consoling expression on his face and you turn towards him. You stop cursing as your eyes fall upon a small face peering at you from the cell on the other side of the hall.
Hullo there Tallboy. Would you be so kind as to let me out? You're just about to tell her that its not quite possible when the elf steps forward.
I'd be glad to Tree Stump. You're surprised when he takes out his own lockpick and moves over to the cell door, easing it open after only a few seconds work. You remain speechless as the young woman dwarf bows sarcastically and steps into the hall.
She motions towards the opposite cell.
If my eyes haven't failed me after sitting in this damn hole for an age and a half, that lock is of dwarven make. Even Longears over here wouldn't have been able to get it open. You open your mouth to speak and she holds up a hand.
Luckily, there's a rather simple way to get around all that. A failsafe, you might say. She steps around you and walks over to the door. You watch carefully as she produces a metal pin, just thin enough to fit through the keyhole, and inserts it into the lock. She brandishes a small stone brick that she already had, and strikes the end of the pin as hard as she can. The pin punches through the lock with a metallic thunk. She grabs the pin and twists it out, and the orc pushes the door open. He nods approvingly, ducking out of his cell.
Some trick. Only a dwarf would think to leave a weakness in the open like that. Right where you'd least expect it. She grins and holds up the pin.
Dwarven ingenuity.scapheapYou move between the cells, trying each door in turn, but none of them budge. You slap yourself in the forehead.
Of course they're locked! Its a prison for God's sake! I just need to calm down and think this through.. You pace a bit, touching one wall, then the other, glancing at the ceiling or gazing down the hall occasionally.
DwarminThe human swears, pivoting on one foot and tossing his broken pick in one motion. You watch as he turns, tearing at his hair in anger. His eyes fall upon you and his hands drop back to his sides.
Hullo there Tallboy. Would you be so kind as to let me out? The pointy-eared one steps forward before the human can say anything.
A few moments later you're standing outside of your cell, saving the orc. He isn't too happy, in fact he's downright ungrateful. You shrug mentally. Not everyone can have a heart of gold like you do.
ZakoYou watch as the human tries to reason with the orc. He considers the man's words, then outstretches his hand. The human accepts it, and you're prepared for the worst. Orcs can be unpredictably violent at the best of times, and the small man wouldn't stand half a chance in hell of making it out with his arm in more than five pieces if the he decided to pull it through the slat and start chewing, but the orc doesn't do any of that. He simply shakes the man's hand, and the human immediately sets to freeing the orc. You shake your head.
Humans can be so trusting. The man rests on one knee, working at the lock. He seems just about to spring it when in a stroke of misfortune, his lockpick snaps. He stands, cursing the small piece of metal and hurling it into the darkness. You step towards him, about to explain that you have your own pick, when you notice he's staring at something behind you. You spin around and,
oh sod it, a dwarf stands behind the cell door, peering at you through the tiny slat in the door. She addresses the human.
Hullo there Tallboy. Would you be so kind as to let me out? You step forward.
I'd be glad to Tree Stump. Not your best line, but then you weren't expecting to see a dwarf getting trapped in a structure as decrepit and run-down as this. You take out your pick and, after a bit of work, open the door. The dwarf bows sarcastically and you almost roll your eyes at the display.
A few moments later she lets the orc out. You scratch your arm uncomfortably and wish you were back at home.
Name: Kaltukk
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: Average orc build. 6"6, blackish-grey skin, mohawk. He bears scars from battles past, one on his eye, another large on on his chest.
Profession: He was a mercenary for quite a while, then joined a professional horde as a basic grunt. He's been to only one battle, but he did good.
: Tired, cut hands
Skills: Battle Tactics
Proficient, Survival
Proficient, Swords
ProficientItems: Tribal Totem
Known Magicks: Reinforce I - boost your strength using magical energy; fatigue varies
Name: Vlad Lamora
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Short and slightly built with short, dark brown hair, a mustache, and light grey eyes. He is neither handsome nor memorable.
Profession: Assassin
: Bruised finger
Skills: Swords
Proficient, Throwing
Proficient, Cooking
Proficient, Lockpicking
DabblingItems: Crude Sap (shirt with rocks in it)
Known Magicks: Catch II - you can slowly absorb energy, such as light; restores fatigue and reduces hunger
Name: Clair Redfield
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: A red-headed, green-eyed woman. Her hair is in a short tomboy cut and she has a tattoo of a dull red star on her cheek.
Profession: Shepard
: Fine
Skills: Staves
Proficient, Butchering
Proficient, Cloth Mending
ProficientItems: None.
Known Magicks: Repel II - manipulate air into a general or focused blast, pushing the target(s) away; some fatigue
Name: Tali Bluestone
Gender: Female
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: A somewhat shorter than usual, but well muscled Dwarven woman stands before you, with dark black hair done up fashionably and tucked into a single long ponytail cut raggedly short. Piercing copper eyes radiate cunning and a cold intellect, and are framed by long, emotive eyebrows that give her a slightly unsettling demeanor, even after being imprisoned.
Profession: Explorer
: Fine
Skills: Navigation
Proficient, Pole Arms
Proficient, Herbology
Proficient, Architecture
DabblingItems: Lucky Coin
Name: Edwin Malfonse
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Edwin has short cropped dark brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He stands at typical elf height, 5' 4'', has a thin and wiry build that's thin even for an elf and seems almost eternally smudged with a small covering of dirt. He seems almost at home here, strangely enough.
Profession: Professional Thief
: Fine
Skills: Stealth
Proficient, Thievery
Proficient, Daggers
Proficient, Lockpicking
DabblingItems: Sturdy Lockpick
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Topic: ~You are Trapped~ *Magic!* *Adventure!* (Read 44091 times)