Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 2, 2017 2:05:13 GMT -8
If the snarl inches from his face wasn't enough to cause Ash to recoil in horror, the rolling smell of rotting meat panting out in hot breaths would be. The young man, staggered backwards from the source of his discomfort, a nearly seven foot tall, bipedal hyena, that yanked hard on the chain fastened to the metal collar around his throat, causing him to staggered forward with a strangled gasp for air. Gnolls were known for their cruelty, and their slaving, and Ash was no exception to this rule. He hardly struggled against the chain bindings that went from his collar to his manacles. He knew the score by now.
Wrinkling his nose in distaste at the repugnant odor of the creature that tugged him and a line of fellow slaves along towards a series of structures. He didn't know what they were building, and he knew that by the time they finished building them he'd likely be in several of the disgusting beast's stomachs. At the sound of wagon wheels he turned his dull gray gaze towards the entryway of the camp. Another load. He didn't know where these creatures kept getting slaves, if they were all the same as him: stolen in their homes by surprise raids, or if they were trading or something more sophisticated. He hoped he didn't have to find out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 2:21:08 GMT -8
There was one in that wagon, curled up in a corner of the back and trembling. She was absolutely terrified. She didn't know where they were going, and she didn't want to know. Despite the weight of the iron about her wrists and the heavy chains between them, she poked her head up over the wall of the cart - frantic eyes sweeping around for some sign of a chance for freedom. Instead, she saw the ugly maw of one of the beasts - and he snarled at her.
Without a word she ducked right back down and remained curled up in that corner. It was only when the wagon wheels finally creaked to a stop that she whimpered in fear. She saw as several of the tall, burly Gnolls were snatching others like her from the back of the wagon. Hearing them yell and scream and seeing them kick and flail with rattling chains only instilled the dread of the situation further. She remained right where she was, peering up to the sky only when something cast a shadow over her.
That grinning maw was pointed at her, and his hands came over to grab a handful of her hair and her arm - anyone would see him literally fling the screaming young woman from the cart and drag her to her feet, as well as pull her along as she utterly refused to keep from kicking and flailing in a desperate attempt to break free.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 2, 2017 2:39:35 GMT -8
Attempting to continue on his way to the buildings proved fruitless, as his chain was yanked and he gasped again, staggering in an attempt to keep his footing. He should have known it wouldn't let him walk past. They always loved to let the older prisoners see the new ones. To know they were going to be replaced, and just like a horse that had outlived its use, butchered. Watching as one of the gnolls grabbed a young girl, he shook his head almost imperceptibly. "Don't fight," he wished he could say. "It only makes things worse." Yet even as the thoughts arose, the ever-present squeeze of the collar reminded him of the punishment for speaking out of turn. Biting his lip, he flinched when the girl hit the ground with a painful-sounding thud.
He wanted to say something, a little part of his righteous indignation that hadn't completely been snubbed out in his year of "faithful service," but the pain of the lash clung to him like a miasma of fear and cowardice. "Don't fight," he whispered softly, as though his words might carry to her on the breeze, but he knew the truth. It was fruitless. She was in here to die, just as he had, and just as who-knows how many others had been before him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 2:52:09 GMT -8
The girl continued to fight, pleading and sobbing as she was dragged, until finally the Gnoll grew tired of her antics - she hit the ground again when he threw her. A pained yelp came past her lips, but she strained to get back onto her feet, and run anywhere but here. Sadly it wasn't to be - the first thing to her eyes was an enslaved man watching her with eyes that were full of pity, and she reached out her chained hands to him as she lunged for him, as if he could help her.
In the next instance she felt a tightening grip around her throat that cut off her air and her hands flew to her neck. There was something wrapped about her throat, a thin and tightly woven rope that refused to give. She hadn't seen the second Gnoll that came up behind her and looped it over her head. Her momentum redirected, she found herself on her knees at the feet of her next handler and looking up to him with pleading eyes as she struggled to pry the rope lose.
He only snarled and turned to walk, pulling her along. Every time she lost her footing she was dragged without remorse, which forced her to scramble to find her feet again. Every tug on that rope cut off her air again, and she was desperate for a breath. She had no choice but to scamper along, choking and gasping as tears rolled down her cheeks.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 2, 2017 3:03:47 GMT -8
When the younger girl tried to reach him, Ash's hands lifted somewhat against the weight of his manacles, as if wanting to reach out to her, but as if sensing that though he felt his handler tug the rope just enough to send him into a fit of coughing, reminding him of his place. Then, before he could convince himself to perform some feat of heroism, the girl was gone, tugged along behind another gnoll as his own tugged at his chain mercilessly, leading him away from the scene. He steeled himself, heading for the construction. Maybe she'd be put on the carpentry role. Harry had just died the day before, perhaps they'd be looking to fill in the spot. She was young though, and small, meaning perhaps she'd be put on a less labor-intensive job. Either way, he knew, he could see her at dinner. He had to talk to her, to tell her to avoid what she could.
Picking up a heavy hammer he began hammering in nails, glancing around at the others who had seemed not even to bat an eye at the girl's cruel entrance. Had they really fallen so far? Had he really fallen so far? Perhaps the old him would have done something. Tried to help. Was he wiser now? Or merely a coward, justifying his hesitation with half-baked lies?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 6:07:23 GMT -8
Where were they going? What was going to happen to her? She tried to look around the compound under construction, and it quickly became clear that she was going to be put to work. Her feet scraped the ground in haste to keep up, though it became harder as she stepped across unseen debris in the dirt and it hurt, her first instinct to hop off her afflicted foot which only made her struggle to breathe each time.
Finally she was thrown to the ground once more, besides several that had been in the wagon with her - most of them cowering and whimpering. She had been herded with a number of females when she had been caught, and they were all pressing close to each other to get as far away from their captors as possible. Several of the breed were snatching up some of the girls, looking them over, and a select few were dragged away into an encampment in the center of the structures, plucked away to a number of tents where many more of the beasts were housed.
Where were they, and what was planned for them?
Her shaking hands went to the rope around her throat to try and loosen the knot, eyes darting everywhere. Her sights met those of a Gnoll standing nearby and he stomped over to where she sat - looming over her as she shrunk down like a submissive animal, her watery eyes pleading silently for mercy. He stood tall and bulky, scarred a number of places with a seemingly dead eye. He was one that had been around for a while, and his eyes showed nothing but disgust and contempt for every human he saw.
"Guess ya need t' learn not t' take off yer damn leash," he growled, stepping over her so he was straddled directly above her - grabbing her shackled wrists and yanking them above her head. She couldn't do anything as he dragged her a short distance to where a fallen brace was lying in the dirt, and forced her palms on the wooden surface. Just as she yelped from the slap of her hands down, another Gnoll was coming by - with a thin rod in hand. He had already made his way around, striking at others that were in chains and rags, and he approached with a mission clear in his gaze.
She looked at the rod as it was raised before looking to her exposed fingers. Just as she realized what was about to happen, CRACK! The blinding pain that shot through her hands and her arms ripped a shriek from her throat, and no matter how she flailed beneath her captors she couldn't escape. She pleaded through fresh tears as she watched that rod, which felt like a stick rather than metal, was lifted once more. CRACK! CRACK! She screamed until she was hoarse as she felt a total of three lashes across her poor fingers. It was only then that they let her go, where she promptly curled up with her hands cradled to her chest as they ached and throbbed. It felt like they were broken, or at least with this degree of pain she thought so.
She had no chance for reprieve as her leash was snatched up and she was dragged across the ground. She choked as her air was cut off again, her hands coming up to just hover uselessly around her neck.
To whatever gods were there, she prayed. She prayed and pleaded in silence for help. She swore she would never steal again, just end this.
"You!" Ash would find the girl dropped beside him, and the Gnoll leaning in to snarl directly at his face - or his ear, if he opted to keep his head down like a good slave. "Git her workin' - or I'll roast ya' both fer dinner fer th' rest of ya'." With that, he turned hard - looking to strike the man at the back of the head - before storming off and leaving the two alone.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 3, 2017 18:11:30 GMT -8
Even with the den of hammering and construction, one could hear the sounds of the lash, causing the slaves to flinch instinctively and Ash was no exception. His hands tightened into fists, knowing full well the gnolls would be making an example of one of the newest slaves in front of the others. They were nothing if not predictable. It also followed that they'd use their typical tactics, which made his stomach twist into knots. The most vocal, or the most reluctant was inevitably the target meaning... As if in confirmation of his thoughts, he heard a gnoll approaching, quickly dropping to his knees with a painful thud as he buried his own face in the dirt. His reasons were twofold: The reverence could, at times, take the edge off the anger of the more conceited of the slavers. Second, that starting on the floor took away their opportunity to slam you into it and could protect his face.
When the gnoll leaned in he trembled in anticipation, his fear overridden by mental preparation to be struck. Nodding at his orders, face still in the ground, he grit his teeth as the blow to the back of his head smashed it into the dirt, the loose grains crushed into his skin. Thankfully he'd been at this long enough to pick up a few tricks of his own, having angled his head so the full force of the brutal punishment would glance off, although that hardly negated it. When the gnoll had stomped away, Ash kept his head to the ground for a few moments, silently counting in his head before sitting up and spitting dirt from his mouth, brushing his face off. Turning his stormy, gray gaze over to the new girl, he got to his feet laboriously, trying not to wobble too much.
"Come," he muttered quietly, grabbing her arm firmly but not hard as he led her a little forcefully to her feet. He knew she must be exhausted and scared, and from the looks of her in pain, but he also knew what happened to those who didn't work. "Were you hit?" he asked softly, knowing better than to speak too loudly when the beast's keen ears were about. They could hear and smell much better than a human, but their eyesight seemed to suffer for it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2017 21:32:47 GMT -8
She was more than thankful when the force on the rope disappeared as she was dropped, and she remained curled up in a pitiful ball until the monster left - just trying to breathe as the noose about her throat was still tight. But it was extremely difficult as her breath was erratic and broken with whimpers and sobs.
The girl yelped quietly as she was dragged to her feet once more, trying to find her footing as her head came up and found it wasn't another gnoll but a man that was staring down at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and she trembled. His question would have her bring her hands up from being so close to her body to show where she had been struck - the skin broken and starting to bleed across her knuckles and joints, and the bruising was already beginning to show. Her fingers quivered from the shock, and she was dead afraid to try and work them. They hurt too much. Her mouth opened to say something but all that came out was blubbering as words failed her, and the overwhelming shock and terror took over.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 5, 2017 18:58:34 GMT -8
Scowling grimly at the sight of her wounded hands, Ash opened his mouth to speak once more before she began growing more and more upset. Noticing a gnoll near the palisade wall glancing their way, he grabbed her forearm, leading her further into the worksite, the wooden skeletons of buildings shielding them from view. Spending as long as he had working on these buildings, he had grown wise to their hiding spots. Of course, you could only stay hidden for so long. Gnolls may not be very bright, but they had a nose for slackers. Wordlessly he reached out, pressing his palm sideways against her mouth before putting a finger to his lips in a universal shushing.
"If you cry, they come." he told her firmly before lowering his hand, keeping an eye on her in case she began m aking noise again. Casting a quick glance around he reached down, tearing a thick strip from her shirt that left him midriff exposed before tearing that one into two pieces. "Let me see your hands." he instructed, preparing to wrap her wounds.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 3:29:04 GMT -8
The girl whimpered miserably as her mouth was covered, but she listened - and he would easily see the fear spark in her eyes at the mention of those horrible beasts possibly coming back. Her head shook a little in decline. She never wanted to upset one of those things again. She struggled to silence her sobs and hiccups, though complete silence was impossible. But she clearly made an effort to calm herself despite everything.
When she saw the cloth being ripped and he told her what to do, she carefully lifted her pained hands up for him - a few tears dropping down her cheeks as she looked at the broken skin. She had never had her hands beaten like that before... would she ever use them again? Her imagination scared her with thoughts of her hands no longer moving again. What would she do...?
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 7, 2017 10:10:16 GMT -8
Ash didn't try and stifle her more pathetic noises that squeaked out. He knew it would be impossible to keep her entirely quiet, and for good reason. Besides, even a gnoll couldn't hear them in the midst of all the construction around them. A couple of other slaves wandered by, clearly slowing down in the time they were in the "blind spot" to take advantage of the brief respite, although several of the other men cast them disturbing looks in the process. Although when Ash glared back at them most broke eye-contact. Looking back to the girl, he began winding the wrappings around her mutilated hands.
"Important thing to remember is that the gnolls aren't the only things you should avoid." he warned her. They hardly had classes for this stuff, after all, it was best to get started as soon as one could. Those who didn't learned the hard way. "Try not to go into the blind spots without me if you can help it. Gnolls will stop someone if you're...attacked. Most of the time." Winding the makeshift bandages around her hands tightly, he continued to speak to her in an even, but surprisingly well-educated tone for his circumstances. Once her hands were mostly covered with what fabric he could spare, he gave her a satisfied nod.
"But never count on gnolls." He still remembered the first time he got ambushed, when he started doing well enough for the gnolls to notice. After that, they started pushing the other slaves harder, thinking they were holding back. One back-alley beating and a few bets passed around by laughing gnolls was enough to make him think twice.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 23:20:16 GMT -8
She bit her lip as he wrapped her hands, wincing from the pain - the passersby made her whimper again as she tried to shuffle around to somewhat hide behind Ash. She didn't like the way they were looking at her... not at all. But the kind man seemed to ward them off with a stare of his own, and she was grateful. She looked up to him again as he spoke, listening closely but only becoming more worried as he warned her. It sounded like she was in trouble no matter where she turned... what was going to become of her here? It seemed the only safety would be in staying at this nice man's side from dawn til dusk.
Madailein nodded meekly, trying to scoot a little closer to him. "I-I-I'll try..."
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 8, 2017 23:34:02 GMT -8
If Ash noticed her attempts to use him to ward off the threats of this place, he didn't acknowledge it. He certainly didn't tell her that she'd be safe if she did. It was fortunate they were assigned together, he shuddered to think what would have happened had she been handed to someone worse. Or dragged into one of the tents. "Best advice I can give you is just smear some dirt on your face, keep your head down and do your work." he explained hurriedly, already taking her arm and leading her forcefully. "Come on, it isn't smart to stay here too long. You're in construction now, so I'll show you what to do."
Once they'd reached the basic frame of a building, he headed over to one of the stacks of lumber. Getting to one knee he rolled it onto his shoulder, standing unsteadily before heading over. "Ngh...I'll move these..." he grunted, kneeling so that he could plant one end firmly on the wooden footprint of the building, pushing it up to form a support. Relieved of the weight he nodded at a sack hanging off of a nail, itself full of nails. "Get those and a mallet off the ground there. You're going to put in the nails where I tell you."
The work took most of the day, repeating the process of carrying each support beam and setting them up. He didn't know what gnolls would want buildings for, or why they would have these supports and wood cut so finely. In the end, though, it hardly mattered. "Where are you from?" he asked as they worked, breaking the silence. "Where did they get you at? Is your family here?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2017 17:36:40 GMT -8
The girl nodded and trotted along closely beside him as he showed her the job she would be doing, a little nervous as she was unfamiliar with this line of work. But several embedded nails and smashed thumbs later she was getting the hang of it - and learning not to make much noise even when she hurt herself.
The question didn't do much to comfort her, though it was nice that he wanted to talk. "No... I have no family. I'm an orphan. I was... mm." She paused a moment as she considered what to say. "I was... being marched from the gates of my town by the guard. I had a loaf of bread... it wasnt mine," she mumbled. "The, those things..." Her head jerked an upward nod towards the palisade and the Gnolls patrolling. "They stormed the gates and snatched up anyone they could into a cart from the travelers around. I couldn't get away..."
She fell quiet, and tried to focus on the nail she was pounding in with her mallet.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 11, 2017 19:39:13 GMT -8
As the girl told him her story, he glanced down at her, not giving any words of comfort but seeming to take in the words with pensively. After she finished, falling quiet he left the most recent post, going to the pile to continue their work. "I'm sorry." he offered her simply. It was too little, he knew, but it was all he had the energy to give anymore. He didn't offer his own story, even though he was sure she must have expected him to.
The work was hard, but as time passed in silence, they had managed to set up the proper struts and as they packed hung the nails back on their post, he looked back at their work. "It sounds foolish, I know." he told her softly, the word he'd spoken in well over two hours. "Even knowing everything I do...it's not bad to look back and see what we made." Maybe it was the only comfort left to him. Glancing over at the girl, he crossed his arm. Well, one of the only comforts.
"Come on, we need to get food." he told her, walking past as he headed towards the center of camp where noise was gathering.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2017 17:13:39 GMT -8
Indeed, she was a little saddened when he didn't speak in turn. But the work helped her pass the time and put it aside. She was worn out and tired quickly but the impending threat of the Gnolls was incentive to continue.
And... it was definitely something else to see the structure they had created. It gave her a very small sense of pride.
The mention of food after they cleaned up perked her up considerably and she tailed closely after Ash in anticipation. She was starving.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 12, 2017 17:24:42 GMT -8
"Don't get too excited." he told her, already able to sense her enthusiasm. "The food here is rubbish." As they converged at the center of the camp, filing into a crowd of people he he took her wrist, making sure she wasn't diverted by the sheer number of people. While the gnolls stood in a semi-circle around them, forcing them into some semblance of order to pour soup from a large cauldron into a few meager wooden bowls. Gathering up a few bowls that had been left in a pile on in the dirt he inspected them, blowing away a few flies and handing her the slightly-less-filthy one of the two, though the smell of rot wafted off of the wood.
Heading up to the "chef", he bowed his head, putting a hand on the back of hers and leading her to do the same. Holding out the bowl, the busy gnoll poured in the thick, foul-smelling stew, clearly too distracted to torment them. He led her away, leading her closer to one of the back palisade walls. Normally the slavers tried to keep track of them, but most were too lazy to pay proper attention.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2017 17:32:10 GMT -8
Wading through the crowds was overwhelming, but Ash holding her wrist did enough to keep her from panicking or being swept away. It was disgusting with so many dirty individuals pressed tightly together and fighting to get food.
The bowl was easily a mark of how low things had gotten for them... but she ducked her head and held out her bowl as silently instructed until she felt the weight of the stew in her hands.
A single wiff of the stuff was almost enough to make her hurl, and she almost did. A grim look would settle upon the man beside her.
"... what is this...?"
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Dec 12, 2017 17:48:47 GMT -8
Glancing back at her with a frown, he shrugged. "I don't know, they don't tell us." he lied. In reality, the gnolls were quick to imply it was those of them that couldn't keep up. While he didn't doubt it, however, he did think more stew was certainly served than people came through. "It's probably horse. Best not to think about it and just eat." he added, pressing his back against the wall and sliding down to a sitting position. Looking more directly at her, he motioned for her to join him. "Get comfortable. This is the only rest we get." he explained to her. Leaning his head back against the wood of the wall, he pressed the edge of the bowl to his lips, holding his nose with his free hand and he tipped it back, consuming it in several gulps. Swallowing hard he grimaced, as if willing himself to keep it down before tossing the bowl to the ground.
"Welcome to hell. It's a bit colder than you may have been lead to believe." he told her bluntly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 23:04:16 GMT -8
Horse. Somehow... she wasn't sure if she could believe that. But she had to choke back the urge to vomit and swallow it down. It was extremely difficult to do - it didn't taste good at all, and it was barely warm. She slid down to sit beside Ash and struggled to finish her bowl. The remark of 'hell' made her cringe and she curled her knees up to her chest - seeming to make herself look a little smaller as she retreated unto herself.
She had to pause on the bowl, unsure if she could finish it without a break. "... why are we here?" she squeaked, keeping her eyes down. "W-What are we doing here...? Can... can we ever leave...? Finish our work and they let us go?" she piped up, sounding a bit hopeful.
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