Yet again you awaken to utter silence. You are physically aching and pangs of hunger return soon as well. You are still chained to the wall of your musty little stone cell. A small amount of torch light penetrates through the bars of a reinforced wooden door, barely illuminating you. You can no longer tell how long it has been since you were incarcerated. You gave up counting long ago when your body and spirit were broken by your cramped solitude. You almost long for a trip to the gallows, welcoming the idea of meeting your death. At least you would be released from your madness. You lick your cracking lips and weakly call out for water. As usual the guards offer no response.
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After the guard doesn't respond Felix doesn't let up. "Please I don't need much water, just the smallest bit. Can't you give a small kindness for someone about to die?" asked Felix trying to play up his seeming young age, and miserable condition.
Dimmer's mournful stupor is finally interrupted by the distant echo of a familiar voice. Has the boy been begging for hours, days, or weeks?
Too new to hunger. A hundred years of poverty will make it easier for him, but for now:
Felix! Calm down. It's Dim. We're getting out of here.
He says it with certainty born of delirium and surveys the cell for architectural weaknesses, checking the complexity of its locks and trying to form a plan.
The guards do not answer Felix but the yells of other prisoners breaks the silence. More feeble requests can be heard, along with whimpering protests of innocence, and empty threats of violence against the guards. This seem to go on for a few minutes until Felix thinks he hears the guards unlocking the door to another cell. As some poor wretch is obviously beaten, all goes quit again.
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As Dimmer surveys his cell, he can see no weakness other than the door itself. The stones and mortar are filled with tiny cracks and little chips of debris litter the ground, but it would still take incredible strength to break his chains free from the wall. With his knowledge of engineering, Dimmer guesses that somewhere in the dungeon there may be a drain leading directly to the city's vast sewer system. For a moment Dimmer finds himself trudging through the sludge in labyrinthine sewer tunnels, but his reverie is interrupted by the painful screams of one of the other prisoners.
Time phases in and out. Dreams mix with reality, telling the difference between the two is the real challenge. Where am I? How long have I been here? All I remember is blood. A pool of blood... and... The Brew. "WHATS THAT POUNDING?" Grim yells out. "ARRGH!!!" It sounds like a bunch of dwarves in full plate are doing jumping jacks, pausing occasionally only to charge and smash their shields together..." "WTF!!!" Grim grunts and groans...is that my head...AM I SOBER!!??? "NOOOO...WHYYY!!" Grim cries out in anguish. Grim hears the pleas of the other inmates as nails on a chalk board. Every wimper and whine feels like a nail being hammered through his skull. People cry for water. This seems funny because all Grim can think of is The Brew. The taste the smell mmmm...speaking of smells "What is that smell!"... "Who said that?"... Was that me, it was, wasnt it. "Ha...Ha ha...ha ha ha..moohoohaha...bwah haha"...Wait ...what was that, "Scruffy, is that you? Where are you? WHERE IS SCRUFFY SNATCHER!?"...Was that...was that a child? "Hey kid u alright?"... "Gag,gag, HEAVE!!" Grim starts to dry heave.. as spasms wrack his body and the world spins around him he listens to the chorus of the dungeon.."WHATS THAT POUNDING" Grim yells out. "ARRGH!!!" sounds like....
Hanz wakes but doesn't open his eyes just yet. He tries to move all his extremities first. Some pain and I am hungry, but I am alive, he thinks to himself.
Now he opens his eyes. He will look around, but darkness doesn't help him much. He hears voices but doesn't understand them.
Clearing his throat, he calls out in Mordentish first.
"Hallo? I am Hanz. Doest anyvone knowink where ve are. How lonk I haff bin here?"
Aware of the fickle temperment of the local guard, Kamose decides to stay quiet and check his restraints for movement. While checking he is suddenly confronted with a recent memory. He becomes haunted by his companions screams and gives up on the restraints. His shoulders slump and he begins to pull himself into a small ball. He begins to quietly mumble something indecipherable within his misery.
The guards begin opening a couple cells. Before long you can hear the prisoner in a nearby cell ravenously devouring his meal. Could it be? Are they actually bringing prisoner's their "daily" meals? You see two guards peer in through the bars of your cell. One of em says:Got some bread and water here. Are you gonna behave yourself?
Felix upon hearing Dim sighs. (Darkonese)"I thought I told you to run, you didn't listen?" asked Felix through the bars of his cell before someone started yelling raving mad. He backed up from the cell door more than a bit intimidated by the ravings. Someone asked where they were in Mordentish, and it was easy for Felix to switch to that tongue.
(Mordentish)"We are in prison, awaiting death. Most sentences are carried out within a few days...." said Felix back to the man in Mordentish. Wasn't long before Guards came along to the cell door, he nodded that he was going to behave but in the back of his mind he wanted desperately to try and escape. Maybe if he could get past the guards he could make his way out of here.... the thought played on his mind.
Zilfer wrote:Felix upon hearing Dim sighs. (Darkonese)"I thought I told you to run, you didn't listen?" asked Felix through the bars of his cell before someone started yelling raving mad. He backed up from the cell door more than a bit intimidated by the ravings. Someone asked where they were in Mordentish, and it was easy for Felix to switch to that tongue.
(Mordentish)"We are in prison, awaiting death. Most sentences are carried out within a few days...." said Felix back to the man in Mordentish. Wasn't long before Guards came along to the cell door, he nodded that he was going to behave but in the back of his mind he wanted desperately to try and escape. Maybe if he could get past the guards he could make his way out of here.... the thought played on his mind.
One of the two guards partially enters Felix's cell and places his meal on the stone slab of the floor before his feet. It is the typical fare, a weevil infested piece of stale bread, and a ceramic mug filled with a brackish liquid. The guard chuckles to himself saying to Felix: "Yah you've been here a long time. I guess there's been some kind of complication with your trial."Then without another word, he turns around chortling to himself as he exits the cell, and shuts and bars the door.
"Of course I will behave but how's about some brew to quench a dying mans thirst". Grim makes sure his new friend Sir Squeaks (a rat who frequents the cell) is out of sight. Tho he has debated eating Mr Squeak on sevaral occasion he decided the company was worth more than the small meal Mr Squeaks would provide.
GrimQuest wrote:"Of course I will behave but how's about some brew to quench a dying mans thirst". Grim makes sure his new friend Sir Squeaks (a rat who frequents the cell) is out of sight. Tho he has debated eating Mr Squeak on sevaral occasion he decided the company was worth more than the small meal Mr Squeaks would provide.
As the guard enters Grimquest's cell with his meal he answers: "Sorry. No beer today big man. If you can hold out till your special day they'll get you good and liquored up on your way to the gallows." Then he leaves the big man his meager meal and leaves the cell.
