IC - Introduction - jail Cell
The Neverwinter Prison occupies a converted warehouse on a small hill between the Tower and Black Lake Districts in Neverwinter. It is surrounded by a wooded palisade and features cells on the ground floor as well as the basement. And when Bohruk Brinehammer had arrived at the prison, everyone on the grounds and the surrounding area had known it.
Despite being shackled at both wrist and ankle, the towering Orc thrashed and kicked at the guards that dragged him along. Bellowing a warcry that would have done King Obould I Many-Arrows proud, and cursing out the guards with all manner of inventive and improbable anatomical combinations and parentage, he didn't make his transfer to a cell easy. Despite the fact that his sentence would be at most a tenday in a cell, and maybe some lashes, the iron-bound pirate fought with all the tenacity of a Rashemaar berserker. Apparently he wasn't one to go quietly.
However, as soon as he was locked in the cell, the Burly Orc ceased his struggles and roars, and actually seemed to relax. This wasn't the first time the pirate had been in a cell for brawling in a tavern, and it wouldn't be the last. The dank stone floor was almost the same in all prisons, which was almost comforting in its familiarity. And after a few moments of sniffing around for the least urine-filled corner of the cell, the green mountain of muscle flopped heavily upon the ground and seemed to doze for a time.
But the next day, he soon grew bored. It didn't take long for him to break out bawdy sea shanties to entertain himself. He'd run through all of the most well known. Today, his latest song was not as well known, but Bohruk sang it with all the tuneless enthusiasm that he had sung every other song. Despite his lack of skill in songcraft, the Orc apparently didn't so anything half-assed.
"I had jus' come home 'n I took a cabin,
I was all settled down t' recline,
When I saw a delectable maid go by,
T' the cabin next door t' mine
Like the bold Alkazaar then,
I set out t' explore,
'n I took up me position by
The keyhole on the door!
The keyhole in the door,
Me whelps, the keyhole in the door,
I took up me position
By the keyhole in the door!
She first took off her slippers,
Her dainty feet t' show,
'n then she took her panties off
And revealed her so-'n-so,
'n when she stretched out on her cot,
I couldn't stand no more,
'twas one, two, three, I turned the key
In the keyhole in the door!
The keyhole in the door,
Me whelps, the keyhole in the door,
I took up me position
By the keyhole in the door!
She didn' say a single word.
But she took me in her arms,
'n pretty soon I was much engaged,
In chartin' all her charms
But jus' in case some other sailor'd
See the sights I saw,
I hung me trousers right above
The keyhole in the door!
The keyhole in the door,
Me whelps, the keyhole in the door,
I took up me position
By the keyhole in the door!
That night I rode in glorious style,
'n other things besides,
'n on her lily white stomach, Whelps,
I had such lovely rides
But when I woke next mornin', Whelps,
Me instrument was sore
As if I had been usin' it
On the keyhole in the door!
The keyhole in the door,
Me whelps, the keyhole in the door,
I took up me position
By the keyhole in the door!
Be warned by this, young sailormen
And listen unto me,
Wha' I caught then, no fishermen
Have ever caught at sea
Beware the pox, the hidden rocks,
That lie in wait ashore,
It's safer far t' bend yer spar
In the keyhole in the door!
The keyhole in the door,
Me whelps, the keyhole in the door,
I took up me position
By the keyhole in the door!"
At the end of the song, Bohruk bellowed a deep belly-laugh, enjoying his own song about that romantic misadventure. The glint of his golden tusk flashed in the dim cell, as an amused grin crossed his face. Seemingly done for the moment, the towering corsair crossed his tattooed arms and leaned back against the stone wall, humming the tune of the song he had just finished.