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 Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:53 am
It is a stormy morning and the boat transport the new arrivals to Enderil had just docked before the severe storm hit. Everyone is manacled and brought of the boat onto the island getting drenched from the rain. You are all lined up before the commissioner, bald with a thick beard about 7 feet tall and 220 pounds of pure muscle "Welcome to Enderil." he said in a rough loud voice "This is your now your home. Whether you are innocent or not is not relevent. You will be assigned to work in either the quarry to the north or ridding the sewers of monsters. After you meet your quota each day you will be free to do what you like for the rest of the day" he said nodding to the guards who then put on metal collars around your necks "These will restrict your movement on the island, you are free to go anywhere on the island excpt back here and certain buildings. Now then if there are no questions lets get you boys settled in."
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:58 am
"Oh. New guys." Being the polite person that I am trying to be, and having been there almost since the prisons creation, I will tell them what areas to avoid in the sewers and tell them where everything of interest is on the island.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 10:16 am
"Very well Leo. I will leave them in your hands after we get them to town" said the commisioner looking over to the watcher "Everyone this is Leonidas, cell mate number 0000-003 the oldest living prisoner on the island. now lets head into town."he said having a wagon brought up to the group "please get in" he said having the collars activated
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 10:46 am
As Miran sits there and thinks about what is going on he asks, "So how will they decide if we go to the sewers or the quarry?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 10:53 am
"Enchanted metal collars to keep people on the island and away from the docks. Pretty smart. But every security system has a c***k in it. No system is perfect. Otherwise, they would have checked my fur more thoroughly and found the bits and pieces of my thieves tools I have buried in in my thick fur. Amazing what a little bit of tree sap and a body full of thick, cushionable fur can do." Robert thought to himself as he stepped off the boat. The older prisoner before him sounded like he was a whipped dog, probably an inmate. And for those who had any experience in prisons, inmates were pretty much the guards' lackeys, pulling the pin on thier fellow man, whereas convicts held a sort of honor code amd gave a certain respect to thier fellow man. Time would tell however, who it was that could be trusted and who was going to blow the whistle. He had escaped from a prison once, which was a small part of why he was sent here instead of some other prison. Robert was already taking in the sights, studying them. Any attempts of an effective escape revolved around intimate knowledge. Guard scheduals and patrol routes, what could be aquired and where, who was a convict and who was an inmate...everything needed to be gathered and equated before any plans could be formed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 10:57 am
"You will be registered in town and your number will determine where you will go" he said loading the party into the wagon
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 11:06 am
"oh yes I forgot to mention that once those collars are active they are impossible to remove unless you want to blow up trying" he said smirking climbing into the front of the wagon waiting for the rest of the prisoners and guards to load in. After everyone was in the wagon took of towards the center of the north.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 6:01 pm
Ahlysaaria sat in the back of the wagon, as far away from the other prisoners as was possible. She huffed a bit and covered herself the best she could against the rain.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:01 pm
So then, that means the collars must be dealt with first. Either I need to find a way to disenchant the collar, or I need to find some way to protect myself from the explosion, and set it off in a remote location on the island. Either way, this may take a while. But it's not like I don't have time. Robert thought to himself as he continued to gaze out at the surroundings, taking a mental note of everything. Free roam over most of the island after a day of labor would give him alot of time to make preperations in advance. His wheels were already turning. he didn't intend to spend his life in prison for a crime he didn't commit, even though the b*****d that was killed certainly deserved to die with everything that noble was doing to the people he 'governed'.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:32 pm
Tucking a bang from one side of his face behind an ear, Miles quietly takes notes of those around him, in particular his fellow inmates. Raising head to face the heavens, he lets himself smile at the irony of his position. Placing two fingers into his mouth, with the pretense of chewing his nails. Feeling his own creations, once again return to his own thoughts. Looks like Aven had a tough time. The one health tooth is completely empty and one of the three poison tooth is empty as well. Not a whole lot of options right now either...
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 11:29 pm
*Removes cloak and covers Ahlysaaria, revealing stone grey bat wings on his upper back and a set of small horns protruding from his forehead*
"I don't need it. In fact, I like the rain. It lets me realize what a living being can withstand."
*Turns to the rest of the group in the wagon*
In courteous tone of voice, "Well, we are going to be spending a bit of time on this rock, and I like to know who I am sharing it with. In fact I know most of the people on this island. My name is Leonidas Quartz, I was placed on Enderil about 72 years ago close to a year after it was created. I was arrested for several thousand counts of murder."
*Looks at person closest to his right (whoever that may be)*
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:05 am
~Ahlysaaria slowly looks up from under her own cloak. Her piercing violet eye look out from behind her now wet, white hair. She says nothing to the male and moves against the wagon edge more.~
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 5:53 am
after about an hour or so the wagon draws up to a town and the gate is drawn open to let them enter. the commissioner has every one line up and enter a building to register placing Miles first in line. Everyone notices that there is a half orc woman at the end who, unbelievably, is not ugly like most half orcs. the woman calls out to Miles "What is your name and crime accused?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:05 am
As Michelle looked around her she began to feel a great sence of dispair for her life seemed to be geting worse and worse. First she was caputed by goblins at the age of 8 unitll she was 15 when she was found be her older brother Megi whom she didn't know she had.
And now she had been jailed for the false acusation of the murder of her father. The only thing giving her a bit of up was the thought that her brother would come and rescure her after all he was 'The Hex Slinger'
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 11:34 am
Miran looks around and begins to hope that he is not placed in the sewers. He takes his hand and feels the collar and hopes he can take it off without incident.
He looks at the people that came here with him and wonders which ones can be trusted. For he knows the the life on this island is more than likely killed or be killed.
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