ExtraOrdinary [rp]
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A dirt path leads to a large castle from the southwest. An entrance on the south side is blocked by a solid wooden gate. The weathered stone and splintered wood betray the castle’s age despite its attempt to appear sturdy and formidable. Sunlight beams down over the open field and light armor gleams on the backs of castle guards patrolling the grounds.
Two floors above ground with identical layouts house the inmates. A stairwell in the southeast corner connects the upper and lower levels. Cells with rusted metal bars line the northern, western, and southern walls on each floor. Each cell holds one prisoner. Guards keep a watchful eye while talking quietly on the eastern sides of the rooms. A section of bars is hinged to serve as a door. A small section of stone is cut from the outer wall in each cell to form a window about five and a half feet above the floor. The windows are barred as well, but rays of sun slip through to illuminate dust in the air. Low, worn wooden slabs are mounted to each cell’s wall to serve as a bench. Two long chains with cuffs on the ends embed themselves in the wall just above the wooden bench. They restrain the hands of prisoners while allowing the inhabitant of each cell to explore most of the confined area. A faint smell of mildew peppers the air. At night, torches along the east wall offer light to the jail cells.
A floor below ground is used for storage. Guard equipment and other items are kept out of reach of any inmates. A smaller barracks with an entrance on its west wall sits to the west of the castle. A horse stable for mounted guards joins the north end of the barracks. It is also accessible from the west side.
A thick forest lies about 150 meters to the northwest. The tree line is patrolled by three pairs of guards. A wide, swift river carves itself into the earth from the northeast to southeast of the castle. This is used as a water source for the inmates and guards. Two pairs of guards patrol the river. A dirt path runs south and curves to the west. It is not heavily guarded but guards are on horseback. The path is lined with a few large boulders. A small village lies to the south of the path after about 2 miles of walking. Groups of guards patrol the castle grounds regularly both on foot and horseback.
Prisoners are given food and water in their cells twice a day. More than one guard must be present at feeding times. Procedure is for the prisoner to sit on an edge of the wooden bench mounted to the wall facing away from the cell doors. Metal forks are supplied during meals and are collected carefully to ensure that none are stolen. Inmates are also accompanied by two guards to a separate cell with a chamber pot when the need arises. The feet of prisoners are held together with stiff metal cuffs to prevent running. Floors are not divided according to gender.
Placement: All participating characters are on the second level
Going clockwise starting on the south wall (southeast corner):
NPC; NPC; Samuel Radbert (Pleba); Rosalind Faire (14hca14); Kylar Thrace (Heartsteal22)
West wall:
NPC; Saturas Feld (Riddle78); Jag Leer (Ryo); NPC
North wall:
Drake Manji (wllwtenn); NPC; Mason Hart (Bangbang); Natalia Simonovitch (Neontails)
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Mason sat on the floor and picked at the worn beige rags that hung loosely around his legs. Seven months in a prison made any small thing interesting. Mason’s gaze shifted to the window above him. The sky was a purple-grey color. Night would fall soon. Chains dragged across the dusty floor as he stood up, knees protesting with a loud crack. Through his window on the north side of the building he could see the forest to the northwest. Its trees were still green, dancing clumsily in the early autumn breeze and shaking off water from earlier that day. A horde of blackbirds cawed from the trees as his face reached the window. At least they were quieter today.
The sound of feet shuffling down the stairs in the corner interrupted Mason’s thoughts. The room was empty of guards. Experience told him that preparation for meal time would take about 45 minutes. None of their voices would carry to the lower floor if they spoke lightly.
Mason’s voice, slightly raspy yet still smooth like a whisper, floated out through the bars of his cell. “Who wants to get out of this hell hole?”
Please read before beginning: http://www.rpnation.com/showthread.php/1513-ExtraOrdinary-info-and-discussion
A dirt path leads to a large castle from the southwest. An entrance on the south side is blocked by a solid wooden gate. The weathered stone and splintered wood betray the castle’s age despite its attempt to appear sturdy and formidable. Sunlight beams down over the open field and light armor gleams on the backs of castle guards patrolling the grounds.
Two floors above ground with identical layouts house the inmates. A stairwell in the southeast corner connects the upper and lower levels. Cells with rusted metal bars line the northern, western, and southern walls on each floor. Each cell holds one prisoner. Guards keep a watchful eye while talking quietly on the eastern sides of the rooms. A section of bars is hinged to serve as a door. A small section of stone is cut from the outer wall in each cell to form a window about five and a half feet above the floor. The windows are barred as well, but rays of sun slip through to illuminate dust in the air. Low, worn wooden slabs are mounted to each cell’s wall to serve as a bench. Two long chains with cuffs on the ends embed themselves in the wall just above the wooden bench. They restrain the hands of prisoners while allowing the inhabitant of each cell to explore most of the confined area. A faint smell of mildew peppers the air. At night, torches along the east wall offer light to the jail cells.
A floor below ground is used for storage. Guard equipment and other items are kept out of reach of any inmates. A smaller barracks with an entrance on its west wall sits to the west of the castle. A horse stable for mounted guards joins the north end of the barracks. It is also accessible from the west side.
A thick forest lies about 150 meters to the northwest. The tree line is patrolled by three pairs of guards. A wide, swift river carves itself into the earth from the northeast to southeast of the castle. This is used as a water source for the inmates and guards. Two pairs of guards patrol the river. A dirt path runs south and curves to the west. It is not heavily guarded but guards are on horseback. The path is lined with a few large boulders. A small village lies to the south of the path after about 2 miles of walking. Groups of guards patrol the castle grounds regularly both on foot and horseback.
Prisoners are given food and water in their cells twice a day. More than one guard must be present at feeding times. Procedure is for the prisoner to sit on an edge of the wooden bench mounted to the wall facing away from the cell doors. Metal forks are supplied during meals and are collected carefully to ensure that none are stolen. Inmates are also accompanied by two guards to a separate cell with a chamber pot when the need arises. The feet of prisoners are held together with stiff metal cuffs to prevent running. Floors are not divided according to gender.
Placement: All participating characters are on the second level
Going clockwise starting on the south wall (southeast corner):
NPC; NPC; Samuel Radbert (Pleba); Rosalind Faire (14hca14); Kylar Thrace (Heartsteal22)
West wall:
NPC; Saturas Feld (Riddle78); Jag Leer (Ryo); NPC
North wall:
Drake Manji (wllwtenn); NPC; Mason Hart (Bangbang); Natalia Simonovitch (Neontails)
--- Merged Double Post ---
Mason sat on the floor and picked at the worn beige rags that hung loosely around his legs. Seven months in a prison made any small thing interesting. Mason’s gaze shifted to the window above him. The sky was a purple-grey color. Night would fall soon. Chains dragged across the dusty floor as he stood up, knees protesting with a loud crack. Through his window on the north side of the building he could see the forest to the northwest. Its trees were still green, dancing clumsily in the early autumn breeze and shaking off water from earlier that day. A horde of blackbirds cawed from the trees as his face reached the window. At least they were quieter today.
The sound of feet shuffling down the stairs in the corner interrupted Mason’s thoughts. The room was empty of guards. Experience told him that preparation for meal time would take about 45 minutes. None of their voices would carry to the lower floor if they spoke lightly.
Mason’s voice, slightly raspy yet still smooth like a whisper, floated out through the bars of his cell. “Who wants to get out of this hell hole?”
