Nov 22, 2016 5:34 pm
Captured by the drow! You wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone. yet here you are—locked in a dark cave. The cold, heavy weight of metal tight around your throat and wrists. You are not alone. Other prisoners are trapped in here with you, in an underground outpost far from the light of the sun.
Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress llvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you've met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow. One of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck.
Mistress llvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. "Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." Her words echo in your memory, even as you plot your escape.
You find yourselves in a slave pen. On one end of the naturally-hewn rock chamber sits a massive iron gate, locked under all circumstances save one: the times when you are removed under heavy guard to perform menial chores for the amusement of your cruel drow masters. All told, there are fifteen of you in the slave pens, though five of you are gone at any given point in time.
Rough iron collars, manacles, and a belt adorn your necks, wrists, and waist. Through heavy rings a short length of chain tethers your arms to your waist, leaving you enough movement to do your tasks but little else. Any possessions you had when you were captured have long since disappeared into the depths of the drow camp. All you have left is anything you’ve managed to secret away during your time here.
It has been several hours since your last serving of the thin mushroom broth they feed you, and the heavy clay chamber pots lined up along one wall are beginning to reek with several hours gathering of excrement. Several other prisoners are in the room with you, some sleeping, some sitting alone.
The roar of falling water can be heard through the door. You know from your previous rotations out on labor details that you are in a massive underground cavern, where a giant waterfall pours into a pool below. The entire cavern glows with a dim light at all times, disconcerting for those that are used to the sun.
The heavy gate clangs open and work team 3 is ushered into the slave pens, hands gripping their own, now empty, chamber pots. With a cold click, the gate closes behind them.
Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress llvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you've met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow. One of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck.
Mistress llvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. "Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive." Her words echo in your memory, even as you plot your escape.
You find yourselves in a slave pen. On one end of the naturally-hewn rock chamber sits a massive iron gate, locked under all circumstances save one: the times when you are removed under heavy guard to perform menial chores for the amusement of your cruel drow masters. All told, there are fifteen of you in the slave pens, though five of you are gone at any given point in time.
Rough iron collars, manacles, and a belt adorn your necks, wrists, and waist. Through heavy rings a short length of chain tethers your arms to your waist, leaving you enough movement to do your tasks but little else. Any possessions you had when you were captured have long since disappeared into the depths of the drow camp. All you have left is anything you’ve managed to secret away during your time here.
It has been several hours since your last serving of the thin mushroom broth they feed you, and the heavy clay chamber pots lined up along one wall are beginning to reek with several hours gathering of excrement. Several other prisoners are in the room with you, some sleeping, some sitting alone.
The roar of falling water can be heard through the door. You know from your previous rotations out on labor details that you are in a massive underground cavern, where a giant waterfall pours into a pool below. The entire cavern glows with a dim light at all times, disconcerting for those that are used to the sun.
The heavy gate clangs open and work team 3 is ushered into the slave pens, hands gripping their own, now empty, chamber pots. With a cold click, the gate closes behind them.
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