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[Coolnesstod]

Jack balances himself and readies his shield in front of him.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Considering that all of us have poor strength, I say we try to sneak over to the armory. Together.

((That's probably best. If we had more people or if they had less, we might be able to sneak up behind them and take them out.))

Tom looks for the armory, sneakily.

((Thanks for making room for all of us, Funk.))

[Sarrak]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Kel Dragonscratch
Agility: 5
Shooting: 1
Melee skill: 4
Strength: 3
Endurance: 2

Misc skills:
Stealth
Poison lore
Perfect balance
Occult knowledge
Tango dancing

Equipment:
Chain sword (2), Power sword (3), Light armor (3)
Appearance: She is tall and thin, with pale skin and short, lifeless black hair. Her nose is sharply hooked while ears are flattened against head. Always bearing a mirthless grin on thin lips, she looks rather creepy despite quite decent looks.

Bio: In her early years, Kel lost any traces of cheerfulness after a bandit raid on her hometown. Forlorn and dehydrated, she stalked smoky ruins until being found by a group of travelers. They had no use for her and were going to leave, but at the last moment, leader changed his opinion. Kel was brought along. Fed and warmed, she eventually started to recover from the attack. Only to find that she now was bound to a dark cult and its painful, maddening ways. Her personality nearly crumbled entirely after such revelation, but instead shifted and mended accordingly to the new reality.
Cult leader was pleased with progress of new initiate and sent her along with a few other initiates to study assassin art, promising death masters some daemonic favors. Her lessons went smoothly, but eventually tensions raised between assassins and a cult - with initiates serving a mere distraction. Kel only was around to see the beginning of a shadow war - she had better sense than to participate.

Additional: Kel has an intricate scarring pattern on her back from the participance in a dark rituals in her youth. It spreads onto her arms, neck and torso and can be easily seen - but one must have quite a bit of occult knowledge to understand its origin, if not a hidden meaning.

Quote: "Mind your business. Speak to me only when needed"

[Dwarmin]

Kat rubbed her this wrists where the chains had chafed. She wasn't sure if the two men had come along, she'd have been toast. She didn't like the way the bandits had looked at her.

"...I'd thank you fellas kindly, when we have the time. I'm hearing a bit of a spin and raree out there, about now. Question is, do we throw in on the sides of those that want to come in? Seem they're bounty hunters, not rescuers. They seem more interested in collecting heads than getting any of us outta here alive..."

She looked down the momentarily empty passage.

"Suppose we'll go get out equipment first, before anything."

Action: Follow the rest to the armory sneaky!

[Funk]

Dwarmin, can you please not post in that light bule text, i can barely see it to read.

Ok Sarrak im dumping you with all the other new comers , in the cave armed with a rock for now.
(One escaped prisoner make sense, four of them, well im glad i stopped trying to do pm up dates for people not in th main group.

[Sarrak]

"..."

Kel looked around herself. The makeshift prison was in bad condition. Really. Even iron chains were rusty enough to fail holding such weak prisoners. Oh well, you can't complain about that. By the way, where do all these people go in such crowd? That won't work.

Action: sneak around to find a bandit and promptly suffocate him

[My Name is Immaterial]

"If we can get equipped before the guys outside make their move, we can easily take the bounty for ourselves."

[Rolepgeek]

Alternately, that dark of a blue hurts to read in Darkling.

[Sarrak]

For my sanity sake I think I'll go with simple black color now 

[Dwarmin]

"If we can get equipped before the guys outside make their move, we can easily take the bounty for ourselves."

"You wanna fight them all? Maybe they'll just decide we're bandits too, afterwards. I'd rather get out of here alive...all I need is my guitar, really."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"If we can get equipped before the guys outside make their move, we can easily take the bounty for ourselves."

"You wanna fight them all? Maybe they'll just decide we're bandits too, afterwards. I'd rather get out of here alive...all I need is my guitar, really."

"No. I want to take out the bastards that kidnapped us, and then walk. They might not be too keen on us stealing their bounty, but I'm sure we can all be reasonable." Tom hefts his rock meaningfully.

[Rolepgeek]

"The trick, of course, is getting to our gear. You guys have a plan, or should we just follow my lead?"

[Dwarmin]

"Fair enough. I figure they're all lined by the cavern, waiting for a shootout. Won't be noone guarding the backdoor but the less useful ones. We get them out of the way, get out stuff, then we free the other prisoners when the shooting starts. Together, we should have enough of us to force our way out. Sounds like a plan, right?

Also, How'd they get a hold of both of you, anyways? Sounds like they pissed you all off." She asks quietly, as the begin moving toward their destination.

[Sarrak]

Kel nodded to herself upon overhearing a bit of conversation at her back. Sertainly, her fellow prisoners would rise quite a ricus which will help her escape... Although most of the plan was less than perfect - escpecially the part about freeing others - anything works fine if she is not with them when it will start to escalate.

Quietly, Kel thawed into shadows. She has her own plans to complete.

[Rolepgeek]

Vylum smiles, abashed, remembering why he was here. "I don't always think clearly on an empty stomach. There was fresh food, that just so happened to have a rope in it. The other end of the rope was attached to a dead tree. And of course, my hand got caught in it when I was reaching for the strawberry jam..."