[Game Thread] The Pains of Shackles

[Skruk]

I go into a quiet meditation acting as though nothing had happened since the fat guard had left. Still waiting for whatever it is will happen next.

[somebrazilian]

Using the commotion as cover I glance around for someway to free myself from the shackles

Dice Roll:

d20+1

(14)+1

Total = 15

[Elite Platypus]

"Well this will put a damper on things..." , Telfair scooted off to the side and looked away. It was wisest to keep his mouth shut, however tough that may be. Let's see how this goes... Telfair kept his eyes on the opening to study the guard as much as he could. Look for keys, weapons, anything that may be useful knowledge.

Dice Roll:

d20+4

(5)+4

Total = 9

[Mcmccarthy]

A small circle of empty space appears around the men, everyone having scooted back as far as their chain's would allow, some even succeeded in pulling the stakes out of the soft mud in their frantic attempt to get away from the flashing knife blade. The man currently holding the knife was a monster, he stood nearly seven feet tall and bulged with muscles in places there shouldn't be muscles. The man who had tried to snatch the dagger from him was thin as a willow switch and nearly as flexible too. The large man was trying his best to get the little man in a grapple, as his swings were hitting nothing but air. But each grab was quickly broken out of and met with a flurry of punches and kicks. It was only a few short seconds before the bull was panting and covered in countless scratches, bruises, and cuts. He was leaking blood from his mouth, no doubt a rib had punctured his lung, and one of his eyes was the color of blood. The little man had it in the bag.

Suddenly an armored man was in the tent, shoving slaves aside he drew his sword and shouted. The smaller man turned to look and in that moment of hesitation the rusty hilt-less knife entered his throat from the side. The blade must have pinched the artery just right as the spray of blood arced across the tent and spattered on the armored man's boots. He seemed rather annoyed at this and begins marching towards the giant, slashing any man who was too slow to get out of his way. It seems that all of you lie in his path...

[Inukotsu18]

'Tch, fantastic...' Garen said to himself as he saw the armored man come barreling towards his way, along with the others that were link to him. He didn't feel like dying just yet and there was only one rational thing to do, "Hey, everyone move to the left now if you want to live! He doesn't look to be in the mood for pleasantries." He shouted as he then grabbed the chains around his legs and tugged with his might to try and pull the stakes out of the ground.

[Misstake]

I roll to my left as hard as possible tugging the chain as hard as I can in an effort to remove it from the ground.
Strength Check

Dice Roll:

1d20+5

(5)+5

Total = 10

[Skruk]

I lay on the ground and pretend that I am already dead.

Dice Roll:

1d20+11

(13)+11

Total = 24

[Elite Platypus]

Telfair rolls to the side of the man in an effort to avoid his frenzied swinging.

Dice Roll:

d20+10

(9)+10

Total = 19

[somebrazilian]

God I hate these filthy, disgusting situations. Lets see if I can get out of this.I attempt to slowly move towards the object that I have spotted, trying to move unnoticed in order to leave unscathed.

Dice Roll:

d20+2

(5)+2

Total = 7

[Mcmccarthy]

Garen's shout threw the man off guard as he desperately tried to yank the stake from the ground, his hands slipping on the chain, coated in the mud it had been laying in moments before. His frantic efforts are uneeded however as his outburst gave the soldier enough pause that he didnt feel the need to cleave into garen's throat when he didn't quite get out of the way fast enough.

Tulkas was not so lucky however, when his hands failed to tear the chain from the earth the soldier took a swing and struck him in the shoulder.

John Finnly the talkative sorcerer decides to not take any chances when he sees the man in front of him struck and falls to the ground, one of his hands grasping at the air above him and the other pressed firmly to his chest. He writhed on the ground, his body convulsing with what must be great agony. His act is so convincing that the men in his immediate vicinity back off frightened of catching whatever horrible affliction has possessed the man in front of them.

Telfair nimbly dodged the blade as the man swung it at him, his bare feet not even sliding in the mud.

Tintamar ignored the fact that he was chained to the ground and even seemed to forget about the angry guardsman barreling down on him, crouched close to the ground and seemed to take the most conspicuous path possible towards the angry giant man holding the blood covered knife blade. None of the prisoners felt willing to step in the path of the enraged guardsman, so it seemed that tintamar might reach his prize! That is, until he felt a tug on the collar around his neck and a sharp pain as the soldier stuck him from behind.

Now past you the guardsman approaches the enraged monster and slashes at his belly, his sword dug deep and opened a great wound. Blood spattered to the ground once more spoiling the armored man's boots but it didn't seem to phase the bruised and battered giant, who drew back his arm and tried to shove his makeshift weapon deep into the soldier's side only to have it glance off the armor.

[somebrazilian]

"Oh, my ass!" I quickly scramble back into my original place, clutching my butt, in order not to get any sort of dirt inside of the gaping wound. Looking at all the commotion, I notice John convulsing on the ground. I shout once again, mustering all that I had gained from years of oratory experience with the troup, "YOU HEATHENS! Your actions have brought upon the curse of some greater beast. Lets quell this fighting and get on with the treatment of this poor soul, for who knows how this affliction will affect us all!"

Dice Oratory Roll:

d20+8

(7)+8

Total = 15

[Inukotsu18]

'Damn...that was kind of lucky and embarrassing all at once.' Garen thought to himself as the man walked on by and continued to hand out an ass-whopping to those he came across to the commotion. Though, one of the quiet fellows he had been talking to before seemed to be writhing on the floor, though he hadn't been struck. 'Is there some sort of plague?' He thought as just then one of the other men began to rant on about a beast or some-other being roused with anger. 'Great...as if things weren't already bad enough; no need to exasperate things.'

[Skruk]

Hehe this is working better than planned. I guess I'll just stay here a bit and let this play out. John thought as he lays on the ground, silent and still.

[Misstake]

I yell as the sword slices through my arm. "Aaaaaaaarrrrgghhhh!!!!" Then I quickly quiet.
Sod it, I'll just sit right here and play dead too, that should keep me alive and give me a moment to diagnose my wound.

Dice Roll:

1d20+4

(6)+4

Total = 10

[Elite Platypus]

Telfair nodded his head, happy he dodged the blow, but then lifted an eyebrow... Two men playing dead, one hollering about some greater beast... Telfair shook his head and did his best to stay out of the way. Fighting with no weapons or armor would be foolish, I'll wait for the opportune moment to make a move, he thought to himself.