NOTE : This event is limited to 3 players and is on a first come basis. Npcs in play are open to all players except : The Warden, the prisoner (slave), and Grufyss. What does this mean? As a writer you can interact with said npcs (ofcourse), but you can not rp them.
Event currently pm to join due to lack of timely reply.
Armed men surrounded the well leading into the black hole. Normally such things were unheard of, but this event took special precedence. It would be clear to most in the city that the armed men were of the Ebonstryfe, but those unfamiliar with Ravok, unfamiliar with the powers at play, would be surprised to know that the militant arms of The Black Sun almost always had a secret agenda. One such agenda that was approaching the group of men escorted by both a man and a woman wearing similar clothes as the rest.
The person being escorted was slender and letting out muffled cries underneath a black hood. Whatever occasion the event was to the unfortunate passerbys was met by rude stares. They knew not of the man that was being escorted, but a few citizens knew of his fate. Those nearby would hear a few of the soldiers murmur about themselves.
"Is this the one?"
"Yes, Grufyss will open him up to the claims."
"Hopefully not literally this time."
"I'm just waiting for this petching slave to be handled so I can go eat."
A few silent moments went by upon which a very tall and shared figure appeared with white eyes. His figure was strong sheathed at his waist was a very large sword. The sword, intimidating in its sheer size and appearance no doubt could cleave even a horse in two. Upon his approach to the well the stature of the soldiers seemed to change almost immediately. Some would regard the stature as that of fear, but these eight men and women of Ebonstryfe didn't dare show an amount of fear. Instead they stood more alert and ready for anything that their commanding Druvin would say.
His voice echoed coldly and direct "Prepare the descent of the prisoner."
Soldiers worked immediately on command as they shoved the prisoner forcing him to lean against the well where they placed his hands together and tightly tied ropes around his wrist and hands. This efficiently bounded the man for what was to come. A large hook carried by one of the soldiers was placed on the man's bounds and a few more harnessed the rope attached to it. Together they worked to descend the man who was now hanging by his arms and screaming (albeit muffled) into the well.
Turning around the Druvin surveyed the surrounding area and placed his sword on the ground, comfortably folding his hands above the hilt. "I give him one bell before Grufyss makes him talk." The Druvin then headed his way towards the temple of the Black Sun, sword carried over his shoulder in a stance that would be intimidating to anyone. While he walked be spoke outward to Rhysol "Lord, another calls against your name. I will act his disobedience to the finest degree fit of your name and praise. Keep the city well and strike those that would oppose you. Favorable God, help us in this journey to seeking the truth from this poor soul."
It wasn't often that anyone would hear a Druvin pray to their lord, but despite their scary appearance they were the utmost followers and worshipers of rhysol.
It wasn't long before loud and echoing screams came from the depths of the well, signaling to the soldiers that the prison below had received their new inmate.
Event currently pm to join due to lack of timely reply.
Armed men surrounded the well leading into the black hole. Normally such things were unheard of, but this event took special precedence. It would be clear to most in the city that the armed men were of the Ebonstryfe, but those unfamiliar with Ravok, unfamiliar with the powers at play, would be surprised to know that the militant arms of The Black Sun almost always had a secret agenda. One such agenda that was approaching the group of men escorted by both a man and a woman wearing similar clothes as the rest.
The person being escorted was slender and letting out muffled cries underneath a black hood. Whatever occasion the event was to the unfortunate passerbys was met by rude stares. They knew not of the man that was being escorted, but a few citizens knew of his fate. Those nearby would hear a few of the soldiers murmur about themselves.
"Is this the one?"
"Yes, Grufyss will open him up to the claims."
"Hopefully not literally this time."
"I'm just waiting for this petching slave to be handled so I can go eat."
A few silent moments went by upon which a very tall and shared figure appeared with white eyes. His figure was strong sheathed at his waist was a very large sword. The sword, intimidating in its sheer size and appearance no doubt could cleave even a horse in two. Upon his approach to the well the stature of the soldiers seemed to change almost immediately. Some would regard the stature as that of fear, but these eight men and women of Ebonstryfe didn't dare show an amount of fear. Instead they stood more alert and ready for anything that their commanding Druvin would say.
His voice echoed coldly and direct "Prepare the descent of the prisoner."
Soldiers worked immediately on command as they shoved the prisoner forcing him to lean against the well where they placed his hands together and tightly tied ropes around his wrist and hands. This efficiently bounded the man for what was to come. A large hook carried by one of the soldiers was placed on the man's bounds and a few more harnessed the rope attached to it. Together they worked to descend the man who was now hanging by his arms and screaming (albeit muffled) into the well.
Turning around the Druvin surveyed the surrounding area and placed his sword on the ground, comfortably folding his hands above the hilt. "I give him one bell before Grufyss makes him talk." The Druvin then headed his way towards the temple of the Black Sun, sword carried over his shoulder in a stance that would be intimidating to anyone. While he walked be spoke outward to Rhysol "Lord, another calls against your name. I will act his disobedience to the finest degree fit of your name and praise. Keep the city well and strike those that would oppose you. Favorable God, help us in this journey to seeking the truth from this poor soul."
It wasn't often that anyone would hear a Druvin pray to their lord, but despite their scary appearance they were the utmost followers and worshipers of rhysol.
It wasn't long before loud and echoing screams came from the depths of the well, signaling to the soldiers that the prison below had received their new inmate.
~Thanks to Aladari Coolwater for the template
