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HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison (shared)

Posted by SkaldFor group 0
Skald
GM, 1589 posts
Thu 12 Apr 2018
at 14:40
  • msg #1

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

<shared thread>
Brugar Armbuster
player, 1156 posts
red bearded hill dwarf
barbarian
Thu 12 Apr 2018
at 15:11
  • msg #2

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

Brugar looks out from the small opening in the cell door and is delighted to see Yetta at the similar opening in the cell door directly across the darkened corridor.

"Yetta, it be me, Brugar. Me an' 'amin be 'ere in the cell across from your'n. Be ye well, lass?" he whispers to her.
Hamin Carmine
player, 785 posts
Warrior
Thu 12 Apr 2018
at 15:34
  • msg #3

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

Hearing Brugar talking to Yetta, Hamin breathes a sigh of relief and moves across to the door to hear her response.
Yetta Carmine
player, 354 posts
Fri 13 Apr 2018
at 16:56
  • msg #4

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

Moving closer to the opening, Yetta shrugs.  "Oh, you know.  I've had better days, but it could be worse.  At least I have company."
Brugar Armbuster
player, 1157 posts
red bearded hill dwarf
barbarian
Sat 14 Apr 2018
at 02:39
  • msg #5

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

"Aye, same 'ere." Brugar replies. "There be the four of us in this 'ere cell. We got a skinny elf called Ayas who says 'e's a spellcaster, an' an old 'uman called Corrin who looks old enough to be yer grandfather.

"Did they put one of these metal collars on ye too, lass. Ayas thought we must be mages too when 'e saw us wearin' 'em. 'e says not to mess with 'em as they'll shock ye summat cruel. Knocked 'im out cold just for pullin' at it. Says it be bad enough to kill some folk.

"D'ye know aught about Alasha'an or Wulgreth? Ayas said they took one of our lasses away to another level, so that must be 'er, but we've 'eard naught about the big man. Ah reckon as that spider thing must've got 'im, curse it!"

Yetta Carmine
player, 355 posts
Sat 21 Apr 2018
at 21:22
  • msg #6

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

"He's right about that," Yetta affirms Brugar's warning about the collar.  "I worked that out on my own.  I'm afraid not, but..."  She pauses.  "I mean... Alasha'an, do you think she might be OK?"
Ayas Rocan
player, 37 posts
Sat 21 Apr 2018
at 23:17
  • msg #7

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

Ayas held a finger to his mouth warning the dwarf and the human to be quiet. He whispered, "Your friend doesn't have the best cellmate. I wouldn't be surprised if anything you say ends up back with the things that run this prison."
Skald
GM, 1592 posts
Wed 2 May 2018
at 07:11
  • msg #8

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

In Yetta's cell the three other women listen to your conversation with interest, one with a thin smile on her lips ... while in the opposite cell the old man huddles in the corner, his alarm only growing at Brugar's end of the discussion.

Ayas's warning comes just in time, as one of the white robed Sentinels enters the corridor.  Stopping outside he thumps the door twice, hard before unlocking it, repeating the process on the opposite door then turning to work his way back down the row of cells.  The sounds of rousing prisoners soon reach your ears.
Brugar Armbuster
player, 1158 posts
red bearded hill dwarf
barbarian
Thu 3 May 2018
at 13:25
  • msg #9

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

"About time, too," Brugar grumbles. "Ah 'ope they be not feedin' us gruel! Ah 'ate gruel with a passion!"

OOC: Are we still wounded after the fight in the pit that ended with us taken prisoner or have we healed while we were unconscious?
Ayas Rocan
player, 38 posts
Thu 3 May 2018
at 17:12
  • msg #10

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

"Stay close, and quiet" Ayas whispers and then is quiet while he waits for the doors to be unlocked.
Yetta Carmine
player, 357 posts
Thu 3 May 2018
at 17:17
  • msg #11

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

Yetta follows Midnight out, but walks slowly, trailing back as she mingles with the other prisoners to wait for Hamin and Brugar to be released as well.
Skald
GM, 1594 posts
Sun 6 May 2018
at 12:04
  • msg #12

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

The old man pulls the cell door fully open and steps out warily, gesturing for you to follow him.  He walks slowly down the dank, cell lined passage, keeping his eyes lowered as other inmates come out of their cells, allowing Yetta to fall back behind him and join you.  Finally you reach a large cavern with walls hewn from the same jet-black stone as your cell.  Passages radiate out from the cavern on four sides.

A metal framework, surrounds a ten foot square shaft in the centre of the cavern extending from the floor to the ceiling, thirty feet above, with bars and gates ... to prevent 'accidents', you surmise.

The area is crowded, perhaps forty or more prisoners, a variety of races - predominantly human and male, but with the occasional female and Orc, Dwarf, even a Drow male.  The largest group congregate around Midnight on the far side of the cavern, with smaller knots here and there, a low hubbub of conversation reaching your ears.  The old man nods quickly towards a group of four who stand nearby.  A greybeard, though with the air of authority, a lithe red-haired woman and two men, both big, the tallest of the pair topping both Ayas and Hamin by a good six inches.  All return the nod, but no more, the others carefully and cautiously looking about them, your cell-mate keeping his eyes downcast.

Midnight waves at Yetta, raising a questioning brow.

There are seven figures dressed prominently in white robes patrolling the area, and nobody seems to want to come near them or catch their eye.

"Sentinels," the old man warns you all, softly,  face blank and gaze carefully averted.

OOC: Map of the proceedings updated ... for clarity, you and the old man are shown with red surrounds, Midnight is in the green group (she with a slightly darker green surround than her cronies) and the Sentinels with blue.  The figures with red dots are the ones who share your cells.  NB: you are all fully healed, if famished.
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:06, Sun 06 May 2018.
Ayas Rocan
player, 39 posts
Tue 8 May 2018
at 01:05
  • msg #13

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

Ayas's eyes scan the room, seeing the prisoners have grouped as they typically did for mealtimes. Ayas felt a tug, each day there were few opportunities to truly be with another soul, even if it were to commiserate over another "meal," but he'd decided shortly after arriving  that a self-imposed solitary confinement was better than sacrificing any agency to a leader he didn't know, though that could be changing...

His face was blank, not willing to reveal his alarming reaction at Midnight's attention on the newcomer. He'd have to warn them. Not now, but soon...

For the first time, since his first mealtime, his feet felt frozen. There were new players in this dangerous game and he knew their moves could quickly upset whatever balance there was here. "Eat. You don't have time for much else. We can talk again after work. Maybe during if we're lucky."
Yetta Carmine
player, 358 posts
Tue 8 May 2018
at 01:26
  • msg #14

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

Yetta nods back.  "I'm going to go sit with the cool kids," she says, breaking away and heading to Midnight's cluster, avoiding looking at the Sentinels.  She slips smoothly into the group and joins Midnight at its center.

"Thank you," she says, politely.  "I didn't want to presume."
Brugar Armbuster
player, 1159 posts
red bearded hill dwarf
barbarian
Tue 8 May 2018
at 13:40
  • msg #15

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

"Reckon as it'll take a while to get me bearings 'ere," Brugar mutters to Ayas and Hamin. "Ah can't even see what we be s'posed to eat yet."
Hamin Carmine
player, 787 posts
Warrior
Tue 8 May 2018
at 20:13
  • msg #16

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

"Me too." Hamin agrees quietly, half watching his daughter make her way across to Midnight's group.  Trying hard to look old, tired and downbeat, he risks sideways glances around the room, trying to get his bearings, but also trying to note, unobtrusively, how the guards are operating.
Skald
GM, 1595 posts
Sun 13 May 2018
at 04:59
  • msg #17

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

If Ayas is alarmed to see Midnight's interest, that only grows as Yetta unadvisedly chooses to meet that interest head on.  The Elf's unease is not assuaged as his roving eyes meet only the stares of other prisoners who eye the newcomers (or perhaps the collars that they wear) with cold speculation.  .

Hamin watches his daughter, unable to prevent himself from showing more concern than he wishes, but managing to hide his interest in the guards who watch everyone with a directness eagerness that speaks to the absoluteness of their authority and control. 

As Yetta approaches a wall of bodies forms before her ... then parts at a signal from Midnight to allow her through.

"You found the pretty one, then ?" she mocks, nodding at Ayas and smiling thinly at someone behind her before turning her attention back to Yetta. 

Brugar's concerns over his breakfast are assuaged as all of those on the east side of the chamber (including yourselves but not Yetta) are ushered towards the southern passage by the Sentinels, to form a line that shuffles forwards.

"Morning meal," Corrin whispers, though the chunk of hard bread and thin bowl of vegetable stew that is thrust unceremoniously into your hands seems scarcely worthy of the name.  Nor are you provided with so much as a spoon, as you stand in the narrow and cramped room that is the prison mess ...
Hamin Carmine
player, 788 posts
Warrior
Mon 14 May 2018
at 12:00
  • msg #18

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

"Monks ..." Hamin mutters quietly after surreptitiously observing the guards for a while "... and alert monks at that."

Hamin allows his normal dour expression to slide across his face as he joins the shuffling breakfast line, and moves to the side to allow others into place as soon as his 'meal' is thrust at him.  The thin soup and hard bread isn't the worst food he has been given, but he lifts the bowl and sniffs as he watches his other prisoners - to see if the appropriate etiquette is to dip the bread or to take it alone.

"So how does the rest of the day go?" he asks Corrin quietly.
Brugar Armbuster
player, 1160 posts
red bearded hill dwarf
barbarian
Mon 14 May 2018
at 13:42
  • msg #19

HabmorÂ’Anto - the Prison

Brugar doesn't hesitate when he finally gets his bowl and crust of bread. He uses the bread crust as a spoon while it retains its integrity then nibbles off the soggy bits as the thin liquid of the stew soaks in.

He doesn't mind the taste at all, no matter what it tastes like, and finishes much sooner than he would have wished.

"It'll keep body an' soul together, Ah s'pose," he grudgingly admits. "Maybe not all of this body, but at least Ah'll not fade away overnight."
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