Fantasy Adventure in Treblian (OPEN)

[Proletariat]

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[Proletariat]

Spoiler: Intro Music

At first, there was nothing but misty darkness. A haze cast over your mind, you float through an empty plane of nothingness, it feels equally tranquil and unnerving. You can't remember how you ended up here, you feel weightless, all thoughts are fleeting. You feel like you have been in this state for an eternity. You know there was a time before, when you felt consciousness, and all the complexities that came along with it. After an indeterminable amount of time, you feel consciousness digging at you. The periphery of your mind begins to detect very basic nervous signals. It feels like part of the dream. A gentle moisture against your cheek, a blurred image flashing across your vision. You begin to hear a faint dripping noise echo from some distance away. Your senses return to you at a painstakingly slow rate. As your sense of touch returns, you feel cold metal chafing against your hands and ankles. The air smells stale here, and its so cool you must be underground. The area around you is dark, but you can see the rough outlines of other humanoids beside you. They groan and slump as you do in their chairs, they also feel the same thing you're feeling. You and the others are in a semi-circle sitting in wooden chairs. Your feet are chained to the floor, and your wrists are chained to your ankles.

As you squint and try to make out your surroundings, with renewed focus, you can tell that you're in some sort of dungeon. The walls are made of huge stone blocks with moss growing on them. In certain spots on the ceiling, water drips down through cracks, there is stagnant water in large puddles in different places. The area you find yourself in seems to be a large antechamber with a hallway behind you and in front of you. There are a few others in the same situation as you, all facing the center of the room. At the center of the room there is a small wooden desk with a burning candle on it. At the desk sits a weathered looking old human. He looks to be in his late sixties, but his leathery skin and extremely white hair makes it difficult to tell. His hair is pulled back slick, like a gentleman. He is very tall and slender with a narrow face and relatively square features. His nose is long and bulbous, with short grey hairs poking out of his narrow nostrils. His thick bushy eyebrows hang directly over his grey eyes. He stares down at some paperwork and scribbles away at a piece of parchment with an owl quill. The only lighting in the room is his candle, and two torches behind him on either side of the archway that leads into the hall on the far end of the room.

The old man looks up from his desk to see you stirring to life. "Ah. It appears you are awake." He speaks with the refinement of a noble and the indifference of a bureaucrat. The voice is distinguishable as southern Sahari.

He clears his throat before speaking again, his eyes slowly scan each of the people in front of him. "Now I'm sure you all wonder what you are doing here and have plenty of questions for me, most of them definitely irrelevant. Let me try to explain the situation to the best of my ability so that we can be efficient about our use of time. I am a busy man, after all, and you... well you have your work cut out for you." He lifts a stout glass of brown liquid and takes a slow sip of it before continuing.

"Some time ago, each of you applied to become a mercenary for the Sahari Empire. Although the listing was relatively vague... intentionally vague.. you all filled out the application and we reviewed it. We reviewed it and we reviewed you. We learned every single detail that we could about your life that we could get our hands on, and trust me, we can get our hands on a lot. As the saying goes, the gaze of the Emperor is heavy and wise.... Ahem, anyway, congratulations, we have officially accepted your applications.." He attempts to feign enthusiasm, but his lack thereof is apparent.

"As I was saying.." he resumes, ".. your work is extremely secretive in nature, so we had to get you to this location without you seeing the route we took. You were drugged and hidden away, no one followed you, no one knows you are here... Now that you have been accepted as the personal task force of the Emperor, there is no turning back. The contract ends when the Emperor decides, and until then, you are unofficial agents of the Empire..."

The man's voice becomes somewhat more serious than before, "Failure to obey orders from me or any other handlers you have will result in death. If you try to flee, you die, if you try to sabotage the mission, you die. If you don't believe me.. well.." he says frankly. The man turns over his forearm and drags his hand over the flesh. "If you look down at this part of your arm, you will all see a faintly glowing tattoo... this is a tracking spell. This spell lets us see you anywhere on a map of Treblian. If we feel you're too far off course without explanation... we can kill you immediately with this spell..." His grave stare falls on each of the task force members, one by one, until he is sure his message has sunk in.

"Now, I know that all sounds quite depressing, but do not lose heart; the Emperor is a generous and merciful soul. Upon completion of your service to the Empire, he will reward you each with a ridiculous sum of gold and an estate in coastal southern Nuezar. That's what you're all here for, after all, the reward.."

The man seems to drift of and ponder something before snapping back to reality, "Oh yes, where was I? Part of the task force... kill you if you try to break the contract... reward at the end... Oh! Your mission is to be utterly secret. No one outside of this room, or your handlers, must know about it. If anyone finds out about the mission and your cover is blown... well.. I think you know what comes after that. Plausible deniability and all that.. At any rate, past the hall behind me you'll receive your instructions. After the combat test that is..."

The man shifts uncomfortably in his chair and then turns his attention back to his paperwork. "That is all I can think to tell you, if you have questions please ask them now... and do keep it brief." The sound of quill against parchment quietly emanates from the desk as he resumes writing.

Mitsuki
Mitsuki sits quietly in her chair at first. She seems relatively unperturbed by the situation, although her head sways back and forth in a slow, consistent rhythm. Her eyes focus intently on the man in the center of the room. She holds a sickly smile on her face. It is plainly apparent that she is both malicious and dangerous. She is dressed in a plain corset and breeches with a small tiara across her hairline. Her tattoos are an obvious sign that she is one of the Xetchulkai, her entire face is decorated with the colorful symbols and writing of her people. As the old man asks for questions, Mitsuki merely begins to cackle to herself. It is a twisted sort of laughter that fills the room and then dies down after a couple minutes. Mitsuki licks her lips and then resumes her predatory stare at the old man.


VeiledPariah FireMaiden MiraAutumn oldbadname RedEmRa originalmadi IDIDMYTIME

 

[FireMaiden]

"Upstairs, third door on the left. Be gone by noon tomorrow," The man said, hid eyes not leaving the papers infront of him as he accepted the small woman's coin. Her clock shifted as she looked up past him, the sounds of various patrons making her a bit nervous, but she finally stepped past the desk.

"Thank you," She said quietly, her voice almost as soft as a rabbits hide. Clutching her staff, She walked slowly up the stairs, they old wood creaking with each step she took until she reached the landing. There were five doors on each side of the hall way, with another door at the very end, preseumabbly for the people who ran the small inn. The woman was tired of sleeping on the ground, and when she found this little place, it's foreboding appearance did little to scare her off.

She jumped suddenly, started by a loud noise for the door she was standing near, which very quickly prompted her to hurry to her room. It was dingy, an old wardrobe standing tall in the corner, next to a small table and broken chair. A single bed was shoved up against the wall near the door, it was the cheapest room, she knew it, but it was significantly better than nothing. She wasted no time taking off her cloak and rucksack, setting both down on the table before falling onto the bed and closing her eyes.

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Primrose Levillia
The first thing she noticed were the chains. They were heavy, and cold, and she could feel then rubbing uncomfortably at her skin. Not to mention they were at an awkward length, as her feet didn't quiet touch the floor all the way, and her wrist were being pulled a bit. Her head felt weird, clouded; not a hangover but...she looked up, taking in her surroundings. Dark, and dingy, and with the added bonus of other people. Most notably the other elves...her heart began to race a little. What could possibly be the reason for this? Who would want to kidnap a bunch of random...her attention quickly turned to the old man as he began to speak.

He began to explain why they were there. Which made Primrose think. When did the apply for that? Did she even apply for a mercenary job, it didn't seem like something she would do...well, she must have if she was brought here. Primrose looked down at her forearm as another symbol appeared on her already decorated flesh. But it was easy to tell the difference between her glowing golden marks and the one that wad just placed on her, so she looked back up, bitting her lip.

Concerned was an understatement, she was scared. She was actually supposed to return home sometime within the next year, and according to this man, this would push that deadline a bit. But maybe this could be a good thing? Primrose at least was trying to see the silver lining, and it was little easier when he mentioned the reward. It sounded...well, it sounded great. And secrecy would be rather easy. However he the brought up the combat test. Looking around again, She didn't see any of her stuff, but she was magical so it should be rather easy. But now it was time for questions, and she had a good number of them.

"Hver ertu?" She blurted out, "Hvar erum við? Og dótið mitt?" Panic caused her mouth to work faster than her brain, her questions coming out in her native tounge, but she let the questions hang in the air for a moment. Before she shook her head, and started to translate her own words. "Sorry, I... meant to say that in english. Anyway, who are you? Where are we? And what happened to my stuff?"
Proletariat VeiledPariah MiraAutumn oldbadname RedEmRa originalmadi IDIDMYTIME

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

Sha Kaa

Sha woke up with a jolt, noticing that she was restrained, she snarled and growled, her eyes filled with fury. Sha noticed an old man begin to speak, sipping a drink, Sha was obviously irritated by the fact that she was bound. Sha felt like a prisoner, her tail flailed in the air, slowly calming down once he mentioned mercenary work. Sha studied the room, curious, maybe even childlike. Sha then flinched once she heard manic laughter coming from another section of the room. Sha then heard a concerned voice, Sha turned to the source, but saw mostly darkness. Sha turned to the old man, then to her feet. A couple years away, huh? She thought, not seeing her family for a few years hit her hard. Sha calmed down a little, sighing as her tail dropped to the floor. Sha studied what the old man was saying, then she remembered. Combat test. Sha started to panic again, she wasn't a skilled fighter. And channeled most of her energy through her wand, which she didn't have. She'd probably have to use tooth and claw, something that she was reluctant to do since she was a young girl.

Proletariat FireMaiden MiraAutumn RedEmRa originalmadi oldbadname VeiledPariah

 

[MiraAutumn]

Ghorza Sharn

Ghorza felt strangely at peace, with all her senses dulled. The feel of metal on her wrists filled her with nostalgia, of those fleeting days in which she molded weapon after weapon. The dusty fragrance in the air also reminded her of her homeland, where she resided in those old once-dwarven holds. There was an alarm within her consciousness which seemed to warn something, but it felt so far away. She remained in this state for a little longer than the others, until she realized something wasn't quite right. At first she thought she was in a dream of some sort, with her body feeling weirdly uncooperative. But as her eyes slowly blinked open, a wave of confusion and concern swept through her.

Almost immediately, as a natural instinct, she thrust her arms forward in an effort to remove the shackles binding her. She did the same with her feet, but realized that they were perfectly designed to hold back an orcs brutish strength. Left with a stinging pain on her wrists and ankles, she looked around in the darkness, calming down realizing she wasn't in any immediate danger.

As the strange man spoke, a wave of memories flooded through her. She vaguely recalled seeing the sign up sheet for mercenaries for the Sahari Empire, and the great reward that led to her blindly signing up, although she had no idea it would lead to something like this. The faint tattoo on her arm fascinated her, which she gazed at as the man explained it. It was weird to think that it looked pretty against her green skin, since it might decide her death, but it was to her. Perhaps it was because of how little she had been exposed to magic.

The whole thing seemed kind of surreal, which was most likely why she felt she couldn't come up with any questions. It seemed especially strange after wincing at a crazed cackle from the other side of the room. Hearing the inquisitive voice of an elf, she decided to let her ask away, since elves were usually more intellectual than her anyways. Her body was still left with traces of the drugs so she tried to rest uncomfortably in her chair, until the combat test and whatever would come next.

Proletariat FireMaiden RedEmRa originalmadi oldbadname VeiledPariah IDIDMYTIME

 

[VeiledPariah]

Kal'Astair Seku'Tuai​

He could remember the last words of his handler that he could vaguely recall hearing as his vision began to blur and the world faded back into view around him.
"Do what is asked of you and make this family proud "
Kal groaned softly as he opened his eyes fully as the mans voice reached his jagged ears, the weight of the chains could be felt against his skin the cool metallic links chilling his jaundice appearing skin.
An unofficial task force for the emperor...
It made no sense that is until the elder explained the mark which resulted in only a slight change of his attentions.
So he had been marked by another..
That made things clearer. The Sahari human continued explaining vaguely how secretive this mission was and that even though the unlikely groups applications as he called them had been accepted they had yet fulfilled all the requirements.
One of them being a test of combat.
Kal's piercing gaze fell on the she elf as she deviously laughed not really caring about the present company and possibly not understanding any of this dialogue..and to think he was considered a savage.
Even as the northern elf spoke his gaze remained stead fast on who he believed posed the greatest threat in this conglomeration of unfortunate souls.


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[Snackofthefuture]

Trellis Derk​

Waking with a start, the soldier jerked forward suddenly. The chains didnt budge an inch, the manacles simply bit and the hard floor chilled him to the bone. Grunting with annoyance, Trellis turned his attention to the room he was in, his eyes adjusting to the dark slowly as he tried to get a good look at his surroundings. Other beings were chained to the walls around him, the whole scenario was vaguely unsettling; the soldier had been in worse situations but this one just screamed "danger" to him. Noticing the other individuals in the room, and further noting the center individual, Derk began to recall how he'd gotten here. The speaker said mercenary operation and suddenly trellis understood the situation. He had had a feeling that his new employers would do something like this; He'd discussed the job offer with some acquaintances of his, city guard for the most part and they'd mentioned how brutal the treatment of elite mercenaries in the empire was. That's what he was now wasnt it? A mercenary... killing for gold. Chuckling the soldier mused to himself "Like it really makes a difference who I fight for, all of it's just fighting for cash." Turning his attention to the speaker, he heard the phrase "combat test" and suddenly he realized the screaming had not been misplaced. He'd just signed up for one helluva job.

 

[Proletariat]

"Upstairs, third door on the left. Be gone by noon tomorrow," The man said, hid eyes not leaving the papers infront of him as he accepted the small woman's coin. Her clock shifted as she looked up past him, the sounds of various patrons making her a bit nervous, but she finally stepped past the desk.

"Thank you," She said quietly, her voice almost as soft as a rabbits hide. Clutching her staff, She walked slowly up the stairs, they old wood creaking with each step she took until she reached the landing. There were five doors on each side of the hall way, with another door at the very end, preseumabbly for the people who ran the small inn. The woman was tired of sleeping on the ground, and when she found this little place, it's foreboding appearance did little to scare her off.

She jumped suddenly, started by a loud noise for the door she was standing near, which very quickly prompted her to hurry to her room. It was dingy, an old wardrobe standing tall in the corner, next to a small table and broken chair. A single bed was shoved up against the wall near the door, it was the cheapest room, she knew it, but it was significantly better than nothing. She wasted no time taking off her cloak and rucksack, setting both down on the table before falling onto the bed and closing her eyes.

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Primrose Levillia
The first thing she noticed were the chains. They were heavy, and cold, and she could feel then rubbing uncomfortably at her skin. Not to mention they were at an awkward length, as her feet didn't quiet touch the floor all the way, and her wrist were being pulled a bit. Her head felt weird, clouded; not a hangover but...she looked up, taking in her surroundings. Dark, and dingy, and with the added bonus of other people. Most notably the other elves...her heart began to race a little. What could possibly be the reason for this? Who would want to kidnap a bunch of random...her attention quickly turned to the old man as he began to speak.

He began to explain why they were there. Which made Primrose think. When did the apply for that? Did she even apply for a mercenary job, it didn't seem like something she would do...well, she must have if she was brought here. Primrose looked down at her forearm as another symbol appeared on her already decorated flesh. But it was easy to tell the difference between her glowing golden marks and the one that wad just placed on her, so she looked back up, bitting her lip.

Concerned was an understatement, she was scared. She was actually supposed to return home sometime within the next year, and according to this man, this would push that deadline a bit. But maybe this could be a good thing? Primrose at least was trying to see the silver lining, and it was little easier when he mentioned the reward. It sounded...well, it sounded great. And secrecy would be rather easy. However he the brought up the combat test. Looking around again, She didn't see any of her stuff, but she was magical so it should be rather easy. But now it was time for questions, and she had a good number of them.

"Hver ertu?" She blurted out, "Hvar erum við? Og dótið mitt?" Panic caused her mouth to work faster than her brain, her questions coming out in her native tounge, but she let the questions hang in the air for a moment. Before she shook her head, and started to translate her own words. "Sorry, I... meant to say that in english. Anyway, who are you? Where are we? And what happened to my stuff?"
Proletariat VeiledPariah MiraAutumn oldbadname RedEmRa originalmadi IDIDMYTIME

The old man seems disappointed to hear a question. He raises his head slowly and looks at Primrose with weariness in his gaze, "Im ped- limb lamb, neth gwen (I speak many languages, young girl)," he replies in a very stiff Ilkstropi dialect. "And to answer your question, my name is Venator Triariunum, Chancellor of the Sahari Empire... as for your other question, if I wanted you to know where you are, then I would not have needed to drug you to bring you here..." The Chancellor carefully looks over all of you to make sure nobody else has any obvious questions, and then returns his attention to the papers on his desk.

With a very nonchalant wave of his hand, six heavily armored elite Imperial Guard step forward in unison out of the shadows behind you. You had no idea that anyone else was in the room before. They each lean forward and unlock your manacles, almost perfectly in sync. The manacles clatter onto the ground together, making quite the cacophony of iron and stone in the empty room. The two outside guards take positions on either side of the Chancellor. Two more stand beside the door behind him. The remaining two step back into the shadows behind you.. The men move almost like automatons, their discipline and aura of danger are unnerving. The guards wear the finest, most ornate heavy plate armor you have ever seen. Everything on them is beautifully crafted and trimmed in the colors of the Sahari Empire, red and gold.

The Chancellor seems unperturbed by their sudden appearance and nearly mutters, "Your equipment is down this hallway a ways, there should be individual armor racks with your weapons and personal items. If not, well, you will not be able to come back anyway, so it does not matter.... good luck." The chancellor seems rather uninterested at this point, his last two words border on sarcasm. If he cares about the integrity of this mission, he does not show it. The guards behind you in the shadows usher you to the other side of the room, past the threshold of the stone archway into the dark hall. Iron bars drop behind you, the metal grinding against the stone every inch of the way. It is not possible to return to the antechamber. After slowly walking in the dark hallway, you come across a wide rectangular room that holds just what the chancellor described: six wooden mannequins wearing your equipment. Armor, weapons, satchels, anything you were wearing when you were kidnapped is on this rack or on the ground beneath it. For the first time since your arrival, you find yourself in a well lit room. Torches sit all around the room high up on the walls, with little wax candles in indents in the walls. The stone here looks ancient and wet. Take this time to gather your equipment and speak with your fellow prisoners about this rather unsavory experience.

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[VeiledPariah]

Kal'Astair Seku'Tuai​

Kal let out a calmed exhale as the soldiers unshackled the group him included noticing one of the humans grimacing a bit as he wrenched at his wrists with his hands.
As they were directed into the decently lit room he paid certain attention to the mannequin that his gear was placed upon.
As the human from earlier attempted to converse with the northern elf he only listened in as he quietly and quickly strapped on his gear tightening down leather straps securing several weapons to his body as well as placing his belt around and tying it which held his khopesh in a sheath ring and the serrated dagger into a small sheath buckled onto his right chest leather breast plate.
The assortment of throwing knives totaled ten five on his right bicep and five positioned against his left thigh.
Finally he clasped his tattered short cloak at his collar line and then moved a small distance from the others, taking up a leaning stance against a wall as he crossed his arms his hand steadied atop the knives ready to throw in case anyone tried to test him before the actual combat assessment began.
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[oldbadname]

Ashi, Son Of Ish​

While the others were conscious, Ashi had been listening through it all as a drowsy mess. He vaguely got the notion that they were to prove themselves through combat, and he barely grasped the idea that they were to be working for him, but the rest was more or less a fuzzy memory. It wasn’t the booming voice of laughter that coaxed him back to reality, nor was it the thought of death over everyone’s head, nor was it the jangle of chains hitting the cold floor as everyone was free. No, what brought him back to reality was after the jangle of chains hit the ground, and with his main support to the chair no longer in tact, he proceeded to lean forward, and have a nice reunion with the floor. As his face collided, his mind was able to gather itself. He once again knew himself as the son of Ish, followed by a sever stinging pain in his facial area. He echoed out a sharp, “AHHH, SPIRITS BE!”
Once he was done nursing his face back to health, he got to his feet. That was when he noticed the many people, and that they were heading towards another room. His first thought was that they all, including he, were prisoners to the dwarves once more, but he remembered that the man at the desk and his guards were not dwarves. This was accompanied by the speech he suddenly remembered, and it sealed that suspicion away.
All that was left was to follow. And thus he did, and found his equipment. He put on whatever he found that was his.

 

[Proletariat]

Mitsuki
Mitsuki remained shackled after the others were released. The two largest guards quickly grabbed her arms and attempted to drag her to the door behind the Chancellor. It did not go over smoothly. Although she started out calm, the moment they touched her skin, the elf wildly fought against them. She twisted and writhed in their grasp with strength that didn't seem fitting for her size. Even the elite and armored men had to scramble to hold her back from tearing out the Chancellor's throat. When they passed, she lunged at him and attempted to scratch his face. Her hand got within 3 inches of his greyed scalp. The Chancellor looked unperturbed, as usual. He glanced up at the guards and said, "Do keep that thing control, will you?" The guards grunted in affirmation, as they used all their strength to drag Mitsuki the rest of the way.

As they approached the door, the guards worked together to throw the light elf into the hallway. Her body slammed into the stone floor and the grate fell shut right after. She remained shackled at the wrists, and her wrists were chained to shackles at her ankles. The elf threw herself at the iron bars and shrieked like a banshee."Ni indóme mát- tye fea! (I will eat your soul)" she screamed in a heavy Xetchulkai dialect. The bars shook, but did not stand a chance of budging. After a few more emotional body slams, Mitsuki gave up. She was utterly exhausted from the struggle and slowly shifted her way into the armory, defeated.

The tribal woman ignored her comrades in misery and instead headed straight for her equipment. She struggled to slide her two daggers into hip holsters, but managed to wiggle them into place. Her bone tiara carefully made its way to the top of her tangled mess of braids. There was no hope for strapping on her leather belts that held poison and herbs. The spear-thrower and ammunition also laid on the ground, useless to a shackled woman. Twisting her lips and letting out a quiet growl, the elf finally decided she would need some help in order to be at her best for whatever laid ahead.

Peering around, she saw an old human speaking with one of her Northern cousins. They looked busy and useless. There was an island-slave with knife ears who looked very prepared... and informed. He looked too ready. She didn't like him. Then, running out of options, she spotted a kinsman. A slight wave of relief washed over her. Xetchulkai thrived on cooperation, so even though they did not know one another, she felt like the two would be mutually obligated to assist one another. Mitsuki struggled and shuffled her feet over to her kinsman. It was a slow and rather pathetic process full of jangling and dust kicking, but finally she arrived in front of him. She had a wicked grin on her face, her beautiful eyes wide with excitement. The elf raised her wrists slowly in front of her kin's face.

"Tulungan mo akong kapatid! Kami ay nilayon upang maging libre. (Help me Brother, we are meant to be free!)" She exclaimed, shaking the chains back and forth in front of his face to emphasize her need. He recognized her markings as those of a wandering medicine woman. A powerful and mysterious spiritual being that knows no home and calls no tribe her own.

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[FireMaiden]

Primrose Levillia​

She took note of the old man's expression. Disappointment or maybe annoyance? The young woman cocked an eyebrow when he replied in her tounge, but reguardless, her questions felt justified. Knowing who they were working for certainly was, and asking where they had been taken was certainly just a standard question when you wake up chained to the floor. She opened her mouth to sya aomething else, but closed it as the elite soliders or guards showed up. The first thing Primrose did when she was unchained, was rub her wrist. They hurt, and so did her ankles, but at least she was free of them.

When prompted, Primrose quickly moved out of the chamber they had been in and out into the hall, her glowing marks standing out against the darkeness. Her brows had furrowed, as her face could be seen fairly well, and her hands balled into tense fist, anxiety bubbling around her stomach. After a few moments, she took a deep breath, before walking down the hall. Like the chancellor had said, their equipment was waiting for them, and that was a fact that relived Primrose immensely. Her staff was her most prized possession, so seeing as how these humans hasn't taken it for their own made her a little more comfortable with the whole situation. Not my much, but a little. Reagurdless, she ignored what was going on around her, particularly the Xetchulkai woman who Primrose pitied at this moment. She was angry, understandably so, but she didn't seem to understand that she wasn't in the position to be making threats. She only watched from the corner of her at as she began purring on the small amount of leather she worse for protection. That, her weapons and supplies had been taken from her, and it was unnerving to think of human hands so close to her breast because Primrose was alsmot certain she didn't take it off when she passed our in that in.

Among the noises of her fellow prisoners, a deep voice suddenly beside her made her jump a little. Which in turn embarrassed her, so her eyes remained downcast. For the moment at least. "Yes," she answer softly, "This isn't exactly how I would have wanted my trip to have gone." She made it look like she was making a final adjustment here and there, and technically she was, befpre looking up at Brann. A slight hint of fear made it to her eyes, her shoulders tensed, but she smiled, and took his hand to shake it. "It's...nice to meet you. I'm Primrose."
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[IDIDMYTIME]

Sha Kaa
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Sha took her stuff, acknowledging the others as she put on her cloak. "Kuhle ukukuhlangabeza nonke.-(Nice meeting you all.)" She cut herself off after realizing that these were other species, she let sink in the fact that she would soon be fighting these individuals. In response to that realization, she quickly took her wand out and took two steps back, she glanced at the elves, and the other sorceror, and the human, and basically everything in this room. Her thoughts swirled around her mind as she began to panic internally. What spells do these people have? do they intend to kill? She thought, her eyes widened as she clutched her wand and began to memorize her spells in her mind.

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[oldbadname]

Ashi, Son Of Ish​

Even though his attention was being demanded, Ashi still had taken a moment to scout out the other fighters. He listened to their languages. He definitely knew English, and although it had been a little since he talked with a Xetchulkai, he still understood her sentence somewhat, but there was one language he didn’t quite understand, which was from what he described was the ‘giant lizard’. He looks at the humans, the orc, and the ‘giant lizard’, and joked to himself. He described them as being the ones with the lifespan of a lizard, the ones with the color of a lizard, and an actual lizard. He chuckled to himself, then turned his attention to the fellow kinswoman.

“Ma da, Ma da kapatid. Kami mo poltero libre.” (“Yes, yes Sister. We need freedom.”) he said in an uneasy voice. He took hold of her hand shackles, and tried his best to get them off, but he himself knew that it would have to be poorly made to give way. After failing, he asked her, “Yisa...” he stopped and looked for the words. “Yiso mo tu kuda accelte welite... podo venig mo libre?” (“Why do you have bondage of iron... when everyone is free?”) He pointed to his wrists, and to everyone else in general. No one had the freedom of going where they please, but everyone, aside from her, had at least the small luxury of freedom with their body. He thought this as odd, especially if they were to make her fight as well. Once he saw the medicine markings, he knew in his heart that she would be doomed without help. Not only was her profession not in fighting, but she also is unable to move freely or defend herself effectively.

This made him... mad. How could they do this to a kind medicine woman? One with no tribe, who only wishes to heal, and one close to the spirits. What cruelty! With his blood pumping, and his mind set, he suddenly felt obligated to help her through this. His first thought was to use his sword to cut through the shackles, but he had no clue if that would work. He knew it would damage his sword, and he would need that. He was cast into a frenzy of plans and schemes to free the Xetchulkai.

 

[VeiledPariah]

Kal'Astair Seku'Tuai
Kal watched the interactions unfold around him. Brann and Primrose introducing themselves...The lizard woman whom whish he had never seen before seeming to eye up the competition and the two elven kinsman conversing with one another after her pitiful display of attempting an escape before shouting something that seemed like profanity at the guards before admitting to her fate and now trying to get the other elf to free her from her bonds.
Although he did not know their language he could understand at least the general meaning by their gestures.
The female pleading for release and the male doing his best to think of a way to do so.
The Seku'Tuai would have stood straightening himself from where he had been leaning against the wall and with a determined walking pace closed the distance between himself and the pair of elves.
His eyes still holding that deep intent that showed that he would without mercy or second thought turn on them as he stopped just short and deftly drew one of the throwing blades from its holster his free hand attempting to take hold of the chain that dangled between her shackled wrists.
Kal'Astair would try to yank the chain down to make it taut and to expose the locking mechanism as well as drive the blade into it applying pressure and administering a fulcrum like effect in order to quickly and effectively force the lock free whether that would occur and produce the desired result was left to fate.
The entire time the slave would keep his tightened firm grip like a vice using his strength in case she intended to fight it and the piercing green gaze of his own eyes would never left her own to show her his own intentions.
The jerking motion may or may not have jostled her around a bit but its not like he would've cared either way...His intentions for attempting to release her were his own and its not like he would be able to express them without being able to speak their language which he was unable to do.
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Primrose Levillia​

"Oh...thank you I suppose,"Primrose said, with a small not when he complimented her name. He seemed to have noticed her discomfort, which in turn concerned her...but hopefully he wouldn't ask. Anyway, She continued preparing herself, getting her dagger strapped on, and everything comfortable, when Brann asked if she knew what the other elves were saying. Looking over to them, she didn't respond immediately. Should she translate for him? There really wasn't a reason to, but..."She wants him to remove her chains. Understandably so...and I'm guessing he's from a fellow tribe from the way she addressed him," She said, "Be careful around her. They don't particularly like...well, anyone." Despite who this man may or may not be, she would have felt bad if not telling him to cautious.

Once she had translated, her attention turned back to her rucksack. She getting set to open it and check it's contents when she heard Brann draw his blade and make an attempt to pull her to the wall. She didn't go with his arm though, moving just out of reach, her eyebrow cocked. "You aren't in any danger yet, put that that away," Primrose told him, going back to her rucksack. Her clothes, cloak, and everything else she managed to for into the small thing was still there. Again, She was relive that her stuff hasn't been messed with...to much at least. "He decided to help out."
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Mitsuki
Mitsuki let out a restrained giggle at the elf's question. "Sapagkat natatakot sila sa akin, kapatid, at dapat ka rin. (Because they are afraid of me brother, and you should be too)," the elf's voice and expression were devious.

Mitsuki heard the Zenuzadi woman speak a greeting. Her fluency in the language of the lizards was mediocre at best, but she could understand the basics.

She held her chains taut between her wrists and seemed to be about to speak, before she detected the knife-ear approaching her from the side. The bastard looked mean and approached with a knife in his hand. Mitsuki quickly pivoted her hips and stepped back from him, releasing a primal growl as she did so. Her teeth bared at the slave and she looked prepared to murder him, with the aggressive look in her eyes. However, with the shackles on her body her intimidation factor was severely reduced.

"Manatiling kutsilyo-tainga! Hawakan mo ako at sisira ko ang iyong lalamunan sa aking mga ngipin. (Stay away knife ear! Touch me and I will tear out your throat with my teeth!)," she shrieked, her vitriol venomously dripping from her tongue.

Behind the knife ear, the older human sprung into action. He seemed to be rushing at the slave assassin, to Mitsuki's defense. A quaint gesture that she would remember, but for now she stood as ready as she could to react to any threat that the Seku'tuai posed.

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Kal'Astair Seku'Tuai
The Seku'Tuai drew his curved blade with his free hand almost simultaneously as the she elf recoiled from his attempt at freeing her from the bonds and spit something that could only be taken as a threat towards him.
Yet the khopesh was not aimed towards her but at the human who dared draw his sword against him.
The edge of the forged steel sword gleamed in the light of the room as it refracted off the entirety of the blade now trained on Brann even though his gaze stayed on Mitsuki.
"Sheathe your blade old man!, I am not your enemy nor would you wish me as one...Elf tell this witch my intentions, If this is to be a fight of skill then i cannot fight a chained opponent"
Kal'Astair breathed coldly his voice practically devoid of concern or any emotion at all his message towards the bard conveyed as well as to the male elf beside him to translate would assist in this group of unorthodox mercenaries.
This was the first time the assassin had spoken and although his common tongue was fluid it still presented itself as raspy almost as if his throat was sore from an illness but that was not the case.
In fact is was only due to not having spoken for roughly a fortnite now.
His intentions now fully brought to light the slave sheathed his own sword first to show Brann his further pacification towards the mans fear.
His glare trained on the eastern elf still feeling the intensity of her rather unfounded threat as while she was chained she offered none...Is that why she was still bound? If she was released was it possible she was able to....
Kal'Astair replaced the throwing blade into its holster as well for now letting his arms fall to his side but kept a hand rested atop the sleek pommel of his blade as she rolled his shoulder slightly readjusting the bow that settled across his back the draw string taut once more against his chest.
Kal awaited the answers and reactions of those he spoke to but kept his 'Knife Ears' as she rudely depicted out for anything that might need his attentions.
Though it was not exactly understood by his own ears it was a common slang term used to insult his kind.

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Ashi, Son Of Ish​

The Xetchulkai’s words set as both devilish, and ironic. On one hand, he had never heard that sort of brash nature come from a medicine woman, while on the other hand, it the chains made her threats seem empty. “Krat munde kiltejrie hul ta natatake.” (“The first medicine woman to scare someone.”) He inspected the chains, until both Mitsuki and the Seku’Tuai jumped, where he also panicked and grabbed at his scabbard. Now with his eyes locked onto a threat, he expects the worst. ‘He’s been here before’, he thinks to himself.
The woman spouts out her own flurry of threats at the man, which would definitely not soften the situation. To make matters worse, a human with a drawn sword was cascading towards them. Everything was going bad fast.
That is, until it didn’t, equally as fast. The Knife Ear spoke, demanding Ashi explain his own intentions, then sheathed his blades just as quick as they had come out. Ashi was confused about everything. He was confused about why the most random ragtag group with what appears to be different backgrounds alike were all placed here, even if they were hired. He was confused about the languages people spoke here. He was confused how the Knife Ear knew that he spoke English. Maybe it was the drug that was making his head spin? Or maybe the absurdity of the situation speaks for itself? Nonetheless, he was sidetracking, and had a job.
“I don’t know your intentions, other than not to harm us, so I will say that.”
He turned to Mitsuki and explained the best he could. “Kutsilyo-tainga pumilt kitreded. Mel tornie ka oi hilstun pompa. Mel indata criele. Sinan entrig.” (“Knife ear wants to help. He wishes for a fair fight. He might be lying. Play the game/play along.”)

 

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Sha Kaa
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Sha, obviously in distress, kept her wand pointed at the center of the room as she clumsily took out a scroll from her bag, it was one of the few things she made before signing up. On the scroll were several sentences in English, translated to her language. As well as its uses. "Can we please get along? I mean-Ek wil geen probleme hê nie-(I don't want any problems-)"
She cut herself off almost immediately. The other figures in the room sounded menacing, and they all seemed like they were about to get ready to fight any minute. Sha began to jog her mind, One hand placing the scroll back in her satchel, and the other tightening its grip on the wand simultaneously. "Yisike.(Screw it.)"
She muttered to herself, Sha wondered if this was truly what she was meant to do, if she belonged in this room locked up with these aggressive looking figures. She could feel her entire body shake, and she held back tears of uncertainty. Sha, at that moment was not sure if she was gonna live to see another day.

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"I need not justify my actions to you and do not worry yourself of whether or not you are my enemy for when you are it will be too late"
The Seku explained sharply still keeping his crass demeanor even as Brann showed a measure of respect.
He didn't trust these people and not that he had any reason to.
Kal kept his gaze on the eastern woman a moment longer before turning back towards the wall he had come from.
"Stay in chains then"
He tossed back towards Mitsuki but as he passed by the human male and northern elven girl he paused his eyes relenting slightly their cursing pierce.
"Apologies...I meant no offense"
He offered the figurative olive branch towards the bard and his companion before resuming his place leaning back once more and releasing an irritated sigh.
Whatever this was...it was going to be long and arduous that even a simpleton could tell.
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Ashi, Son Of Ish​

Ashi’s eyes followed Kal’Astair until he rested at his purch against the wall. A simple tsk left his lips as he turned away from him. “I didn’t even ask for a reason, just said I didn’t know it. I’ll help her myself.” He retorted, directed at the Knife Ear, without looking at him.
The lock grabbed his attention once more. “Yisotte... convladet mo yado ha. Mo kitreded nan.” (“How... emotional he was. He won’t help.”) He fiddled with the lock, but probably to no avail. He took a long sigh.

 

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Ashi feels a wave of calm wash over him as the human Brann mutters something under his breath. Suddenly any hostility or negative emotion that Ashi feels is gone as he attempts to help out his Eatern kin. He fumbles with the lock for a few minutes before becoming frustrated and letting it go, unable to pick the tumblers. Mitsuki looks down at him with a friendly grin, "Hindi mahalaga, gagawin ko itong pangalagaan. (It is of little consequence, I will take care of it myself)," she whispers.

The eastern elf stands back and holds the chains connecting her wrists in her hands. Her eyelids close halfway and flutter as she mutters intelligible speech beneath her breath. Her hands glow with a dark energy that slowly radiates away. Over the next few seconds, her hands turn darker and the chains beneath her fingers begin to sizzle and smoke. Eventually the iron chains turn red hot and become soft. The elf jerks her hands apart and the chains snap, molten metal spraying the walls on either side of her. Chains now hang from her wrists, and her ankles are still bound together by iron shackles, but now she is free to move her hands about. "Ah, mas mabuti iyan. Maari na ba tayong umalis? Nakatanda ako habang naghihintay kami. (Ah, that's better. Shall we go? I grow old as we wait)?" The xetchulkai said to her kinsman as she began shuffling towards the door awkwardly.