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Volmog slowly begins to stir from his sleep as the sleeping poison begins to lessen it grip on him. His body aches and feels stiff as he leans against the cold stone wall, slowly opening his heavy eye's, still drowsy from the drug. The room is dark, almost completly absent of light exept for weak lights that seem to outline certain objects with a certain purplish glow. But even with this weak sorce of light, it barely did anything to cut through the deep darkness. Volmags arms are shackled to the wall, held there by great chains to prevent any further outbursts from him.

The chains hold firm against the tremenduse strength of Volmag, as well does the wall. It seems that both are not as ordinary as you would be lead to believe at first glance...

The yanking and bashing does little to affect the chains or wall, but the noise it raises, combined the yells and roars, finally get someone's attention. From beyond the darkness, Volmag hears the creaking of metal, followed by a moment of silence, and another creak of metal, followed by a heavy click. he can barely see through the darkness, but he can make out the figures, well beyond his reach in his current position. Two seemed to be flanking the center one, who seened to be holding something in its hands. Something that was squirming, and alive.

The trio get no closer to Volmag, fully aware that this savage humaniod would waste no time in trying to attack them. The middle figure suddenly began to speak in a language unknown to Volmag. The vioce was no doubt female, but the words rang out with a ring of cruel amusment. The two that flanked her, a bit taller and a bit more well build, most likely were males, but it was hard to tell in the darkness. The one on the left responded, his figure nodding in agreement. That figure produced something from his pocket and began to move his hands and chant in the drow language.

((Make a will save))

((Fail))

Volmag suddenly feels the feeling escape his body, a strange numbness replacing it. His legs and arms lock in place, his jaw clamps shut and even his eye's refuse to blink. He can't feel his body any more, nor can he move it.

((Don't worry, this is just something to keep Volmag from doing anything rash.))

Seeing that the spell had success fully stolen the monster's mobilty, the other male figure step forward, something held firmly in his hand. The female said something to him, and even though you don't know the langage, the tone is unmistakably harsh. The male say's nothing as he reaches up and places something around your neck, locking it shut with a small click. A faint warmth begin's to spread through his body now, emitted from the collar. The world before Volmag suddenly bursts into view, as if a full sun was hanging overhead, allowing him the first good look at his surroundings. He can only see in black and white, but it's at least better than nothing. He was in a large cell, sorrounded by three walls and metal bar's towards the front. Other chains lines the walls, but he was the only captive here today. Still, the dark stains on the stone floor and walls hinted at what might have become of the other captives. The numbness from his limbs subsides as the male drow, now in full view of Volmag, steps back. He his fully armoured, with a long sword at his side and his long white hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. The other male wears a black robe with the hood pulled up, hiding most of his figure. The female drow has long white hair and a slender figure appealing to anyone of humaniod race. wearing flowing rob's and wielding a living whip, seemingly made out of living, squirming snakes, she speaking in undercommon, but somehow, you understand her as if she had been speaking common. "What a ugly looking brut he is." she began as she petted one of the snake heads of her whip. "But at least you'll bring us profit in the arena...."

((Sorry sorry. I'm not used to dealing with orc character's too often))

"Yes, you will kill." The female drow responded, somehow understanding Volmag's feral tongue. "You will kill other's in the arena and bring profit to House Menoriana." Waving her hands and another chanting a few words in a low voice, the chains around Volmag's wrists fell away, freeing him. "Now come, as your fellow slaves will be most pleased to see you..."