Javenloft

[steveflam]

Hanz merely says "Ja" and waits for his meal.

[Nemesio]

Hanz merely says "Ja" and waits for his meal.

Hanz is quite shocked to see the guard entering his cell carrying a bottle of wine in his left hand and a bundle of cloth under his right arm. Somehow Hanz thinks he recognizes the guard, but he can't remember why. The man appears disgruntled as he places the bundle and the bottle in front of Hanz and says: "You must have some friends in high places you Falkovnian scum. Don't choke on it. I'd hate for you to miss your execution after all your patience." He takes a moment to stare at Hanz with feral eyes before exiting and barring the door.

[Zilfer]

Felix tries to eat this food slowly but finds it hard not to. By the end he finds he was wishing there was more in the end. He wondered why there was complications in the trial or if they even cared. Maybe they wouldn't kill him and he'd just live here forever. He wasn't sure which was worse, living here for the rest of his long lived life or dying. He decided ever moment that he was alive was a gift, he would try and take each moment. Finding the most comfortable position he could he began to go over spells so that he wouldn't forget them. Speaking them aloud as if just thinking them would make them pass into memory.

[Rexleith]

Kamose can create his own food and drink whenever he wants. Normally he would just conjure what he needs but with the events that landed him in the prison weighing heavily on his mind. He doesn't eat at all. Continuing his self-imposed punishment within his legal one.

[steveflam]

Hanz is quite shocked to see the guard entering his cell carrying a bottle of wine in his left hand and a bundle of cloth under his right arm. Somehow Hanz thinks he recognizes the guard, but he can't remember why. The man appears disgruntled as he places the bundle and the bottle in front of Hanz and says: "You must have some friends in high places you Falkovnian scum. Don't choke on it. I'd hate for you to miss your execution after all your patience." He takes a moment to stare at Hanz with feral eyes before exiting and barring the door.

Hanz doesn't say anything, at first trying to focus on the eyes. But can't remember so opens the cloth and inspects the food. Well, he thinks to himself The bottle can make a weapon if need be, though crude. I think this must be my last meal before the gallows. I will need to see if I can somehow escape after my food.

The soldier eats first, but not the wine as of yet. The bottle may come in handy after all. After the meal he will inspect his cell, or try, taking his time in the process.

[Nemesio]

Hanz doesn't say anything, at first trying to focus on the eyes. But can't remember so opens the cloth and inspects the food. Well, he thinks to himself The bottle can make a weapon if need be, though crude. I think this must be my last meal before the gallows. I will need to see if I can somehow escape after my food.

The soldier eats first, but not the wine as of yet. The bottle may come in handy after all. After the meal he will inspect his cell, or try, taking his time in the process.

Hanz discovers a roasted bird, perhaps a pheasant, wrapped up in the cloth. Upon inspecting the bird a little closer he finds something stuffed inside. He can barely suppress his smile as he pulls a greasy little scroll out of the bird. The scroll bears the wax seal of Eleina Mithereial!

[Nemesio]

Kamose can create his own food and drink whenever he wants. Normally he would just conjure what he needs but with the events that landed him in the prison weighing heavily on his mind. He doesn't eat at all. Continuing his self-imposed punishment within his legal one.

Kamose feels a chilling presence enter his cell. He dares not look, but he knows better than to ignore the dead, so he reluctantly opens his eyes. Before him stands a fallen friend, the Gundarakite vampire killer, Endre Bakos. The spectral man still bears the hatchet in his head that snuffed out his life on the very night Kamose and the others were arrested. A normal person would be horrified by such a visitation, but Kamos has become numb to such horror after so many cursed years.

[Divkren]

A linguist with perfect Mordentish and passable Falkovnian, Dimmer's long ears twitch at prisoner's rough accent. It's time to see if these guards speak the tongue of their enemy. Hopefully, Felix remembers his lessons.

Heil, Falcov. I hear these Darkon soldiers really know how to fuck a corpse!

That's not what he planned to say, but it'll do. If the guard speaks Falkovnian, it's a beating for sure, but if not, the prisoners may have a way to communicate.

[Nemesio]

The guards offer no response.

[Zilfer]

Felix heard Dimmer's comment and his ear twitches at the slight distraction but he continues to practice going over his spells though keeps them in hushed tones not too far from a mad man's whisperings. What he was really doing was trying to melt the bars of his cell just enough to perhaps break the lock so that it could swing open at just the right moment for an escape. He tried to keep track of the conversation going however in the meantime. The acid didn't seem to be affecting the bars too much by itself.

[steveflam]

Hanz doesn't say anything, at first trying to focus on the eyes. But can't remember so opens the cloth and inspects the food. Well, he thinks to himself The bottle can make a weapon if need be, though crude. I think this must be my last meal before the gallows. I will need to see if I can somehow escape after my food.

The soldier eats first, but not the wine as of yet. The bottle may come in handy after all. After the meal he will inspect his cell, or try, taking his time in the process.

Hanz discovers a roasted bird, perhaps a pheasant, wrapped up in the cloth. Upon inspecting the bird a little closer he finds something stuffed inside. He can barely suppress his smile as he pulls a greasy little scroll out of the bird. The scroll bears the wax seal of Eleina Mithereial!

Hanz reads it. At the comment about necorpheliacy, he grimaces. It is well documented the King Fuhrer's failed attempts at entering Darkon because of the undead.

Hanz answers in Falkovnian. "Guards told us to shut up. I want to live. You should feel the same."

[Divkren]

In as hushed a tone as he can manage and still be heard, Dimmer responds in Falkovnian.

Ay. Had to know if they speak the tongue. I'm Dimmer, the boy's Felix. In this city, prison means death. Every Falkov is a veteran, we could use your help.

[Grimquest]

Grim quietly eats his meal waiting for the day he will at last taste The Brew again even if it does mean it may be his last. Also he saves a few crumbs for his friend Sir Squeaks... Some company would sure be nice right about now....

[steveflam]

In as hushed a tone as he can manage and still be heard, Dimmer responds in Falkovnian.

Ay. Had to know if they speak the tongue. I'm Dimmer, the boy's Felix. In this city, prison means death. Every Falkov is a veteran, we could use your help.

"I am Hanz. I am ready to help, but we must wait our time. If you got a wine bottle, you can use it as a weapon if need be. I am trying to formulate a plan of escape, friend Dimmer," the Falkov whispers back.

[Nemesio]

In as hushed a tone as he can manage and still be heard, Dimmer responds in Falkovnian.

Ay. Had to know if they speak the tongue. I'm Dimmer, the boy's Felix. In this city, prison means death. Every Falkov is a veteran, we could use your help.

The guards at Dimmer's door look into his cell with a quizzical expression and say: "You speak Falkovnian elf? Whatever for? Were you hoping to be able to beg the Hawk for mercy in his native tongue at some point?" At this they both laugh, obviously amused with themselves, then they ask: "Do you wish to get your meal or would you rather starve. We don't give a shit either way, but you'd better quit all that chatter or we'll give you a good beating in its place."