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Post by elgatocello on Jul 3, 2011 19:15:33 GMT -4
The clock tower tolled thrice and the six other prisoners in your compound jump up and fall in line in front of the cells and footsteps sound from the hallway.
A young woman walks in carrying nine sets of shackles. "Alright, gladiators, line up! Eighteen of you today from the different compounds. Nine groups of two. We're taking three teams from this compound."
She looks to her clipboard. "Lots of newbies today...let's hope they're bleeders..."
"Team One will be 'Conspiracy to Commit Treason' and 'Possession of Stolen Property'"
"Team Two will be 'Streetwalking' and 'Willful Intent to...Frighten and Capture Children?' Is that one of those lumps still sleeping?"
She moves over to the cell.
"Brunno, get these two lazy lumps out of bed and figure out which one of them that is...and then wake up the other one too. The other one is YOUR partner."
"The guards will be along in five minutes to ensure that you are all shackled up correctly. Get moving."
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 7, 2011 12:26:38 GMT -4
Brunno walks over to the two still laying unconscious in their beds.
"Hey. You two had better get up. You don't want them throwing you to the lions with only bacon to fight back with."
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Post by joviality on Jul 7, 2011 12:51:30 GMT -4
Falon finally stirs from unconsciousness as this latest ruckus occurs.
Where... where am I? She thinks to herself. Ah yes... now I remember... this must be the jail they took me to.
Looking around, she sees two figures in her cell; one up and alert, the other still unconscious. Either this city didn't discriminate by gender in their cells, or they had put her in the men's prison. Fantastic. Not only was she too ugly to be seen in public without frightening children, but apparently she was also too ugly to even be female.
Suddenly, she felt an empty place by her side. Two empty places, even. Where was Vanim, her familiar? He's missing... what have they done to him?! And where were her paints?! She felt a new sense of vigor flow through her as these realizations washed over her. She would fight as they asked, and discover what happened to her thrush and her brush. They were all she had to live for these days anyway.
Standing up, she calmed herself and walked toward the cell door and called out to the man who must be Brunno.
"I suppose I must be 'Willful Intent to Frighten and Capture Children,' as ludicrous as that sounds." She looked at the two men in her cell. Surely one of them was not "Streetwalking."
She directed her attention back to Brunno. "I'm ready to be paired up, I suppose. You haven't seen my bird though, have you?"
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 7, 2011 13:04:07 GMT -4
Brunno shook his head. "I have not, unfortunately, but you'd better get in line and ready. Meliniva does not exaggerate. Bacon is not a particularly effective weapon."
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Post by joviality on Jul 7, 2011 13:13:56 GMT -4
Falon smiles her cracked and scarred smile, and says, "Depends who you're fighting against."
She then gets in line as prompted, and focuses on the emotional bond between her and her familiar, searching for his feelings out in the ether. Is he scared? Hurt? Did he escape and fly away during the initial attack?
...and after a moment of concentration, Falon seems to visibly relax.
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Post by Juniper on Jul 7, 2011 15:34:08 GMT -4
Jessamine exits her cell in total confusion. "Teams? Teams for what? What's going on?"
She is 'Possession of Stolen Property,' she knows, and she shudders at the implications of a justice system that refers to its prisoners by their crime. Sibet doesn't seem to respond to the treason charge, and Jessamine isn't very surprised that the accusation of 'Streetwalking' seems to fall to her cellmate.
She moves gracefully but uncertainly toward the woman, her hair fluttering behind her as if she is moving with some purpose. "Please, what's going on?"
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 7, 2011 16:26:46 GMT -4
The warden turns back toward Jessamine.
"You're fighting for your lives! What more is there to explain?"
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Post by Juniper on Jul 7, 2011 16:56:47 GMT -4
Jessamine gasps in surprise and even the breeze seems to die for a moment before picking back up. "For our lives? But there was no trial! No charges! And I don't have my spellbook!" She seems near-panic, backing up just a little at the site of the iron shackles, one hand rubbing at the delicate, near-translucent skin of her opposite wrist as though anticipating pain. The breeze grows to something very near a wind at her distress.
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Post by irishmagician on Jul 7, 2011 17:23:06 GMT -4
"The little one speaks true," Niall's voice booms forth from the cell.
He steps forth to the bars, gingerly attempting to not accidentally push the elf aside as he does so. He looks down, literally, on the people gathering outside the cells.
"Justice is a virtuous task indeed to uphold, equally so the punishment to follow set forth in the law that governs. It holds little meaning, however," he say looking down and directly at the warden with a cold, emotionless face, "if prescribed procedures are not meted out fairly and appropriately." The relentless clacking of the prayer beads continue to sound, doing little to hide his fury.
(Intimidate = [dice=20]+9)[rand=9052134385882847030673869677347250155153501701413162545468376462]
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 7, 2011 17:36:47 GMT -4
The door clicks and the warden is gone.
Brunno cocks his head.
"T-trial?"
The man shakes the thought out of his head as if he doesn't even WANT to know what kind of blasphemy she's speaking of.
"Anyway, one of the former prisoners here was a mage, and he managed to bring in a small book with him..."
Brunno rifled through his things. "I don't know if it'll help, but you can take a look at it..."
Jessamine and Falon, please make a spellcraft check.
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Post by joviality on Jul 7, 2011 17:37:42 GMT -4
Falon looks up at the man next to her, silently hoping that this brute of a man is "Streetwalking" (and thus on her team), but knowing better.
She watches what unfolds with a distant curiosity.
"Anyway, one of the former prisoners here was a mage, and he managed to bring in a small book with him..."
Brunno rifled through his things. "I don't know if it'll help, but you can take a look at it..."
As Brunno offers the spellbook to Jessamine, Falon whips around at her first sight of the arcane writings.
"Mm... May I take a look after you are finished, m'lady?"
Spellcraft: [dice=20]+9[rand=568264928879216305655048787593841688321647606790073938637503888458]
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Post by comicsans12pt on Jul 7, 2011 18:09:56 GMT -4
Sibet rises from her bed having heard the conversation. Streetwalking must be me she thought. How ironic.
She looks over to Jessamine and pity washes over her. Here is one that looks so delicate. How is she going to survive this? Hell, how am i going to survive this? Fighting with bacon?
“How much do they bring in for one of our fights? How much are our lives worth? Brunno, does anyone ever survive these things?"
She wonders at Willful Intent. Judging from my experience, most of us are here for nothing save greed and lust. Sibet smiles at the irony again. Well, i hope Willful Intent is as tough as the charge sounds.
Her voice softens for just a second, “Brunno, does anyone ever survive these?”
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 7, 2011 19:56:16 GMT -4
Her voice softens for just a second, “Brunno, does anyone ever survive these?”
"Well, of course someone survives these...I mean, I'm a six time veteran of these games."
He gestures, offhandedly, to Caleb. "That asshole over there is a four time veteran."
Brunno slaps Sibet on the back. "Here's a little advice from a veteran to a rookie."
The human hunches down slightly so the two are eye level. "When someone tries to hit you with a weapon: duck."
Brunno stands back up, cheerily. "I have no doubt that you five will do our compound proud."
He turns to the other two ladies now fussing over the spellbook. "If it will be useful to you, please feel free to keep it. It's all squiggles and gobbledygook to me."
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Post by joviality on Jul 7, 2011 21:04:17 GMT -4
Now that Sibet is up and speaking with Brunno, Falon recognizes what can only be "Streetwalking" - the most attractive person in the nearest vicinity - Sibet. Funny how they paired up the most attractive and most abysmal-looking on a team, she thinks. Real funny. She looks tougher than the charge "streetwalking" might originally lead one to believe, too. Let's just hope she knows how to handle herself in a fight.
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Once Falon has a turn to look at the Spellbook, she turns it over in her hands, noticing its small size and strange writing. Seeing the Elvish writing on the front (and noticing the characteristic touch of illusion magic) she reads aloud the phrase on the cover in its original Elvish, hoping for a true spellbook to appear...
"By the power of Sehanine, reveal your true form."
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Post by Juniper on Jul 7, 2011 21:52:51 GMT -4
Jessamine shoots the intimidating looking man who defends her a thankful look, wondering hopefully if perhaps he could be 'Treason.' There's no way. He's too honorable for that.
She pages through the offered spellbook with a certain degree of panic, but the familiar look of the ancient sigils is comforting, and she falls into a near trance automatically, hearing her mentor Deepthunder's growling voice in her ear, counting off her breathing as he used to do when she first learned to manipulate arcane energy.
Spellcraft
[dice=20]+8[rand=22741252647897070230101335890265932451661169857875505831235884191216]
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