(Open/Catch-all) / Other things

[sonofrome]

WHO: Marius Titus/Others/You
WHERE: Various Locations
WHEN: November
WHAT: Notice board quests, etc

WARNINGS: will update warnings as needed

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cw: mention of blood, torture, branding, violence, forced captivity

The Gallows were the last place Marius wanted to find himself in. Especially with something or someone appearing to be dragging him throughout a darkened area, forcing him down with a hot branding iron. He wasn't going to let whatever the hell this creature was going to do to him. As he was being forced down, he's pushed hard against something and after somewhat of a fight, the Centurion is pushed down to the ground as his "F" brand hissed and stung on his arm, what seemed to be permanent. It hurt like hell. Marius's shadow muttered lightly "Pathetic."  Feeling his arm, he bit his tounge  as he went to try to grab at his glacian to try to fight off whatever was about to knock him out. 

Before he could pull himself to get to the Glacian (Sword) and pull up his shield to block any attempt at being knocked out, he was pulled back and knocked out. 

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[Cell]

The Centurion woke up to find his vision kind of fuzzy and any sort of way to protect himself gone. The cell was dark, smelled bad, and had sherks. Why the hell was this oddly familiar? The smell of blood, sand, anything...Gladiators..

"Mauris" He cursed in latin..

He sat up, watching the guards move among the cells, almost as a jaunting kind of encounter but he knew they could probably be careless about these people. 

Somehow, he had to get out of here with help. 

This setup was probably a lot different than what he was used to. But he eyed the cages, getting his eyes adjusted to the dark.  He needed to distract the guard.

"Veni pugnare me sicut verus homo."

He'd hope a taunt in a dead language like Latin would get a guard's attention.

[Escape/Wildcard]

I'll work out an escape plan for our characters etc.. let me know, and I can customize, and or/save or kill prisoner.

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[Out of trouble- For @wrists]

<small>[Marius wasn't happy about the brand that stung on his arm and luckily his outfit had covered it for the time being and his armor.] </small>

He looked at Laurent "you say only badaliscus skin can heal branding like this? How big and how strong are we talking about this creature here? He was suddenly glad to have some form of weapon for something like this. 

"You have something from the guards to fight the creature? Need a weapon? Luckily the guards didn't need the weapons anymore.

 

 

 

 

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[philandery]

[ (slightly forward dated to whenever in the month)

it hasn't been an easy task sneaking into the gallows, but the darkness affords sylvain some cover. he sticks to the ample shadows pooling inside the prison, patiently working his way towards the cells, hoping to find some sign of his friends.

he pauses when he hears a gruff voice from behind a set of bars, footsteps as the jailkeep slowly rounds on whichever inmate has spoken out of turn. and for a moment, he just watches and assesses. (he can't use any magic here, but maybe if the guard's attention is diverted enough to the prisoner, he could launch an ambush from behind...) ]

[wrists]

[ the brand on his arm is painful to the touch, too tender for even the brush of fabric, so laurent's sleeve has been unlaced and pushed up, the garish wound on display. he'd gotten the information from the others at the main infirmary before making a hasty exit, in no interest to be poked and prodded at despite his aches and bruises. he's fatigued, his throat aching. the prison sits too heavily on his mind, uncomfortable memories pressing in. ]

Their bites are poisonous and paralyzing, but their skin can be used as bandages. [ laurent answers dryly, looking at the other man as if he is more of an inconvenience than the idea of the monster. however — ] Do you have a weapon made of iron? They are also weak to fire.