"They didn't took anything from me, there wasn't too much to take anyway, so I can stay behind while you get your stuff..."
Vaker gathered courage, his eyes sparkled with fire as he filled his hands with fireballs... "this is going to be fun"he thought and couldn't hold a little laugh...
"Are you crazy?? I thought that guy was going to kill me!!" Vaker was upset about Drangar killing the guard and thought that it didn't look like a very good plan, but at least they were already free of the chains and thing started to look brighter for them...
He hurried to take the brasers off, and with the memory of the recent pain he tried to make a fire again, this time there was no pain so he dared to make a brighter light for everyone...
"there we go, now we can see our faces" Vaker observed the party.
"wow, some of this guys look strange, and quite powerful" he thought.
"I wander who would want to have so powerful salves?" he asked to nobody...
"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...
"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
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"
Vaker gathered courage, his eyes sparkled with fire as he filled his hands with fireballs... "this is going to be fun" he thought and couldn't hold a little laugh...
He hurried to take the brasers off, and with the memory of the recent pain he tried to make a fire again, this time there was no pain so he dared to make a brighter light for everyone...
"there we go, now we can see our faces" Vaker observed the party.
"wow, some of this guys look strange, and quite powerful" he thought.
"I wander who would want to have so powerful salves?" he asked to nobody...
"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...
"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
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"