DiabloFans

How can this be happening... Dagon thought to himself, rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the waves.

He didn't handle stress well, and this situation was well beyond what he could fathom. His village destroyed, his parents left to unknown fates, and he and his brother taken captive by slavers, for reasons they did not know.

He looked around, saw other figures sitting within the room. It was dark, save for glowing bracers on several of the figures wrists. Dagon assumed these were to prevent magic from being cast.

How the hell could simple slavers afford such devices, let alone capture a mage?

His questions would go unvoiced, he preferred to sit in silence, slowly rocking back and forth as the ship came closer and closer to their inevitable destination.

"Hello? How many others are there?" he said to the darkness, hoping answers would soon come.

Drangar was awoken from a deep sleep. His eyes flickered as they attempted to adjust to the dim light in the cell block where him and many others were being held in. He sat upright in the corner he was in, and saw a silhouette of a man rocking in the corner of the cell. Drangar's senses were beginning to come back to him as his eyes began to take focus. Dagon. He thought to himself. He stood up and stumbled, for his legs had not yet become accustomed to the sea. He made his way towards the corner his brother was in, who seemed to be in a state of shock.

Drangar knelled next to his older brother, "You alright?" He asked. "Might want to keep a close eye on these other men, we don't know of their sanity." Drangar said as he awaited a response from Dagon.


Posted in Party_Foul's stead

"Hello? How many others are there?"

"Yes" is all Donsro had to say to that, still confused on how the situation will unfold.

It was quiet, quiet enough to hear the slightest movements above deck. Donsro looked around in the barely lit room and could see the sad, but angry faces that surrounded him.

How did I get myself into this mess? Donsro thought to himself. I had it made at my old village, I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't be anywhere near hear!

Donsro closed his eyes and just thought. His whole life flashed before his eyes until he reached this cursed slave ship.

"Well, I'll break the ice. My name is Donsro, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this rathole."

The ship remained silent.

Drangar was awoken from a deep sleep. His eyes flickered as they attempted to adjust to the dim light in the cell block where him and many others were being held in. He sat upright in the corner he was in, and saw a silhouette of a man rocking in the corner of the cell. Drangar's senses were beginning to come back to him as his eyes began to take focus. Dagon. He thought to himself. He stood up and stumbled, for his legs had not yet become accustomed to the sea. He made his way towards the corner his brother was in, who seemed to be in a state of shock.

Drangar knelled next to his older brother, "You alright?" He asked. "Might want to keep a close eye on these other men, we don't know of their sanity." Drangar said as he awaited a response from Dagon.

Vaker began to awake, the blow he had received was strong enough to leave him unconscious for several hours ... He heard a voice, at first distant rumble in his ears, but gradually was able to understand what he said: "Well, I'll break the ice. My name is Donsro, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this rathole."
looked around and tried to get up, but was chained, he looked and saw that his wrists were shackled, shackles with a strange glow, realized that he couldn't use the few powers he had left on them.
He shook his head trying to clear his head, "God" he said" I'm a thief, "I have power against a few chains and padlocks, even if they are enchanted"
searched his pockets as he could for the picklock that he carried over, but he realized that the Slavers were not so dumb ..
So he answered to the darkness "I am Vaker, pleasure to meet you"

"Well, I'll break the ice. My name is Donsro, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this rathole." Dagon nodded at the man, then scoffed at himself for not realizing it would go unseen.

"Aye.... I think we're all willing to go whatever it takes to get out of this, what it will take though, is another matter entirely." he said to the darkness, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over him. What the hell WILL it take for us to get out? he thought, the feeling of hopelessness growing stronger and stronger every passing moment.

"You alright? Might want to keep a close eye on these other men, we don't know of their sanity."

"BROTHER, thank Tyreal you're safe." he said, suddenly feeling better about this situation. "You faring any better than me? Maybe you've got a loose shackle over there?" he chuckled, somehow finding humour in these dire circumstances.

"I am Vaker, pleasure to meet you" came another voice from the darkness, near where one of the glowing bracers were.

"Heh... I don't think we need formalities down here friend, but it is a refreshing change from the rest of this god forsaken cage." he felt around, wondering if they were even in a cage. He slowly lifted himself up, and inched along a curved wall. He felt the oiled wood, several crates, and eventually hit a solid wooden wall. Slowly feeling his way along it, he found a barred door, giving off some odd form of light.

Fuck.... they've thought of everything.

He slumped down near where his brother's voice came from, and introduced himself to the darkness.

"Well.... name's Dagon, guess we might as well get to know each other if we're going to be slaves the rest of our lives."

"Well.... name's Dagon, guess we might as well get to know each other if we're going to be slaves the rest of our lives."
"slaves for the rest of our lives" These words fell like a bucket of cold water. Only a few years ago he had been a king of great power and now he was a slave...
"Well, I am a king," he said with a tone of irony in his voice, "but I was a thief for many years, maybe I can do something but I don't have the necessary tools" moved a little to get rid of a cramp that was on one leg. "This is going to be uglier than I expected" he thought

"BROTHER, thank Tyreal you're safe. You faring any better than me? Maybe you've got a loose shackle over there?"

"Seems, I got lucky. Those bastards couldn't find short chains for me." he said with a smirk. "And don't worry. We'll get out of this jam, we always do. Remember when we got caught trying to kill Old Carvers dog when we were seven? We got outta that one, we can sure as hell get outta this." Drangar said almost self reassuringly. He looked about the room and saw more figures which seemed to be men. Suddenly, a two voices broke out of the darkness.

"I am Vaker, pleasure to meet you"

"Well, I'll break the ice. My name is Donsro, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this rathole."

"Pleasure to meet you two. You can call me Drangar." Drangar said as he gave Donsro and Vyker a small salute with two fingers.

"Guess we might as well get to know each other if we're going to be slaves the rest of our lives."

"Hey, I don't wanna hear that shit. I will rather live as a free man or die. We WILL get out of this, we just need a plan. These guys can't be that smart, they are clearly taking orders from a higher ranked man. All these "slavers" are, is puppets." Drangar said, "Remember the stories Dagon? Of the great Knights and Paladins? We can be like them! All we need is to get off of this god forsaken ship."

"Yeah I am definitely not going to be a slave for the rest of my life. I am going to get out of hear or die trying!" Donsro made clear.

"We are going to have to get familiar with our surroundings real quick if we want to develop a proper plan. I know for a fact that there are some powerful people down here with us, and if we want out of here, we'll need everyone's help."

Donsro paused to see if anyone would speak up.

"We can easily overpower those rotten slavers and give them what's coming to them. This will be their LAST voyage am I right?" Donsro chuckled.

remaining quiet to see what his fellow guests had to say first before speaking, Micawkineer finally chimmed in.

"uh... hello, friends. id be worried bunking with a thief and a mage, had you not been shackled. i guess its ok"

he chuckled to himself, quickly realizing this was neither the place, nor time for jokes.

"sorry... its just, im abit nervous... and worried."

he attempted to wiggly out of his shackles, but could not, his however did not glow and eerie shade as did those of the mages. "not worth top of the line" he thought to himself, and sat back.

Jerfuth awoke to the muffled sounds of other people talking. As he lifted himself up, he sized up the bump on the back of his head where a slaver had hit him. As he gently touched it, pain was sent shooting through his body. Oh man, that's going to be there for weeks. I wish I had my herbs, he thought to himself. Jerfuth felt the walls of his cage. Solid, cold steel made up the four walls with the exception of the small, barred hole just big enough for Jerfuth's face. Although his cage was completely sealed off, it was roomy, easily big enough to hold Jerfuth's tiger form.

Jerfuth put his face up to the barred hole peering out into the nearly complete darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of the magic supressing shackles. Looking over to where he had heard most of the voices from Jerfuth spoke, "My name is Jerfuth, druid of the Singram tribe."

Jerfuth awoke to the muffled sounds of other people talking. As he lifted himself up, he sized up the bump on the back of his head where a slaver had hit him. As he gently touched it, pain was sent shooting through his body. Oh man, that's going to be there for weeks. I wish I had my herbs, he thought to himself, realizing that his pouches and staff were missing. Jerfuth felt the walls of his cage. Solid, cold steel made up the four walls with the exception of the small, barred hole just big enough for Jerfuth's face. Although his cage was completely sealed off, it was roomy, easily big enough to hold Jerfuth's tiger form.

Jerfuth put his face up to the barred hole peering out into the nearly complete darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of the magic supressing shackles. Looking over to where he had heard most of the voices from Jerfuth spoke, "My name is Jerfuth, druid of the Singram tribe."

Borin slowly opened his eyes, attempting to get his surroundings in focus. The objects in front of him were hazy at first. Borin rubbed his eyes as everything around him became clearer. Able to see through the darkest of nights, Borin had no trouble seeing everything and everyone around him thanks to the faint glow of their shackles.

Borin sat up against the wooden wall behind him. After resting his back, Borin realized that his mask was missing. Boring quickly threw the hood of his cape over his head, covering his face from anyone else who might be able to see him.

"Dammit. How could I have been so naive? I know better than that. I shouldn't trust anyone." Borin thought to himself as he laid hidden in the shadows in the corner of the boat.

Borin looked around as he saw many other men in his same predicament. The other men all began talking, divulging information about who they were and what had happened to them. Their names littered the air as all of them were eager to plan a strategy for their escape.

"Who... who is... there?" he heard a man cough out.

"You may call me Stryder" Borin said quietly, still hiding his true identity from these strangers.

"It appears that there at least twelve of us down here from what I can see." Borin informed to the rest of the men. Borin continued to look around and saw the faces of the men captured. Some showed shame and fear of their capture while others showed courage and determination.

"Perhaps these men can help me with my liberation from here." Borin thought as he remained hidden from view of the others.

"It appears that there at least twelve of us down here from what I can see."

"Twelve you say? according to my count we are eight, and what's that about you can see? is dark as night here..." Vaker didn't trust this man, there was something in his voice that made him think that the stranger was lying.
But didn't gave too much importance to that, "we are slaves anyway" he thought... Instead he thought that maybe the chains would let him start a little fire, so he could make some light... he tried to create a small fireball but at the moment he did a terrible pain started to grow from his wrists and travel to his head like a lightning. He couldn't help scream out pain...
The pain stoped as fast as it started, but now his biggest concern was that he might have aroused the slaver...
"sorry" he said almost in a whisper of shame...

"A rotting boat, shackles, and the smell of slaves. Not the worst place to wake up in." Wulfgar said to himself as he woke.

His shoulder itched, though his chains denied him the ability to rub it. Wulfgar saw the young man wrestling with his shackles.

"Foolish boy." he scoffed. "Daring escapes at sea never work."

Wulfgar began to survey his surroundings, his fellow captives were mostly of muscular build, except of course for those who displayed qualities of spell casters types.

"Pointless to fight here, when we dock must find means to escape." he said.

"It appears that there at least twelve of us down here from what I can see." this statements confused Dagon to no end, obviously they were in the company of one who was more than human. He would have to remember this voice.

He heard a man whimper, a man scream in anger, and deep meditative breathing coming from a corner of their cell. Heh.... different means of accepting their fate for different people he thought, still overwhelmed that this had actually happened.

He heard an agonized scream next to him, and suddenly, their means of escape came to him.

"Safe to say none of us wish to stay here, so, follow my lead, we're going to get out of this one way or another." he said to the darkness, hoping his comrades were listening.

"GUARD, HELP, A MAN IN HERE IS TRYING TO FREE HIMSELF WITH MAGIC!!!" he yelled out of the doorway, praying to whoever was listening that the guards would come, and would come with keys.

"Twelve you say? according to my count we are eight, and what's that about you can see?

After hearing people amazed by his sight Borin quickly came up with a lie to hide his true nature.
"Oh..Um.. I was still conscious when I boarded the ship. That is how I know. I didn't mean I can see them now." Borin explained.

"Sir... do you know what is happening here?" The man asked Borin.

"I am afraid I have no idea" Borin answered.

Just as Borin was about to ask the man's name he heard another person whisper "Safe to say none of us wish to stay here, so, follow my lead, we're going to get out of this one way or another."

"At least someone here has a plan" Borin thought to himself.

"GUARD, HELP, A MAN IN HERE IS TRYING TO FREE HIMSELF WITH MAGIC!!!" He heard the man shout.

"What is he doing!? HURRY!! He is about to brake free and he doesn't look very happy." Borin added in to help their cause.

Drangor listened to the rambling of the other captives. He was slowly thinking of a plan that would help him get out of here. When he suddenly heard the shout of his brother.

"GUARD, HELP, A MAN IN HERE IS TRYING TO FREE HIMSELF WITH MAGIC!!!"

"I see what you are trying," whispered Drangar to his brother, "This could work."

Suddenly a guard came to the cell door, "Who is it?" The tall man asked. He was armored in a cheaply made chainmail, one that Drangar's hidden blade could easily pierce.

"The young boy in the corner! He's casting a spell!" Drangar said as he moved out of the guards way so he could unlock the gate.

"Hey! What do you think your doing over there?" The guard yelled as he made his way toward the boy. Drangar noticed a small glisten near the left hip of the guard. Must be the keys."Wait a second. Bloody hell he's isn-"

Drangar shoved the blade deep inside the enemies back. Blood began to come from the mouth of his victim, it slowly dripped down to the base of his neck as he fell to his knees and continued to fall until he was face down in a crumpled heap. Drangar grabbed the keys off the man, "Bingo." he said as he nonchalantly made his way toward the other captives and handed one of them the keys. "Get the chains off quick, pass the key around to everyone else, I'll hide the body, Dangon inform the others of this pan you have in mind." Drangar said with a smile as he pulled the body back into the corner of the cell.

Wulfgar remained silent at first as the others shouted and scurried about.

"Hmm." He thought to himself. "No sense in fighting it now."

"Quick! free us!" Wulfgar yelled.

Borin looked over at Drangar as a guard made his way into the room. Borin heard Drangar lie to the guard. He looked over to see him ready a hidden blade. Drangar quickly jumped onto the guard as his blade met with the guards back. After receiving the key to his chains, Borin saw Drangar toss him the keys to his chains. Borin hastily removed his chains as he continued passing on the keys to the other men on the ship.

"Thank you." Borin said to Drangar as he rubbed his wrsits to relieve some of the pain that the chains has caused.

"Where do you think they are keeping our armor and ,,," Borin began to say until he saw another guard creeping through the darkness about to avenge his fallen partner's death on Drangar. Borin jumped onto the man throwing both of them on the floor. Borin and the guard wrestled on the floor until the guard out powered Borin and ended up on top of him with his sword drawn.

"Somebody Help!" Borin yelled out to the other men.