[Game Thread] General game thread

[Icarus434]

Guards enter your barren jail cell, the smell of rot has infested your nostrils since your arrived, a guard grabs your manacles and drags you out of your cell. After what seems like an hour of being dragged by the burly man, you are finally brought before an arrogant man sitting on a throne draped in many animal skins. You are joined by other criminals and bent to your knees before the ruler. The man grunts as he raises himself from his chair.
"All of you have been brought before me to face justice for your crimes against my city and it's citizens. I do not take lightly to crime in my domain, as your spirits will soon be able to attest. You sit before me to be an example to my citizens of what happens to criminals under my rule. Give your final words on this earth, and may the gods have mercy on your souls."
He sits down and stares at you, waiting for you to deliver your own epitaph. Give it well...

[Mors]

Zong looks around at all of the unwelcoming, unfamiliar faces. He can tell that he is dead in their eyes already. He nervously struggles in his manacles a bit. Though it goes against his natural instinct he decides the truth may be the only key to his freedom. "I've not committed any violent crime. I apologize for the intrusion truly, but I was only searchin' for a man I know. A man I know to have been imprisoned. I tried askin' around for information.. When no one would oblige me, I was driven to take it upon myself in, apparently, poor fashion to find such intel. But I'm sure this is not a sleight worth dyin' for. Is it?"

[Calan]

Ragged dark black hair falls as the large man lifts his head with a complete sense of confidence. He checks his surroundings and smirks. "You can try to kill me, but no one here will be successful.." he growls. "Your sense of crime is corrupt. I have never done anything to which my morals could be called into play. I saw someone, attempting to desecrate the common logic of all kind--purposefully lending hand to the obvious death and harm of others. Makes you curious as to what these other "criminals" have done."
"Have it your way, but your vision of punishment for your citizens will be as adverse as the results of a fat man in a race if you attempt to harm me in any manner," he sneered. "I believe your best decision would be to unhand me--in favor of all...not to mention: it is the only option I am giving."

[Calan]

This is the gist of my character. No shield and he is wearing banded male. Maybe has a slightly wider/larger torso. Otherwise it's a decently close description.

[GOOCHpube]

A drow with jade green eyes and light blonde almost white hair looks up from the ground at the lord." "I will not deny any crime I have committed, but I have come to find out you and my client have the same interest. Maybe I am working for the wrong person?""

diplomacy check

Dice Roll:

1D20+4

(19)+4

Total = 23

[Riceman130]

Elric grunts and snarls as he looks around the room. He glances down at the manacles and smirks. " Such poor craftsmanship, with cheap metal like this I could easily snap them and kill all of you without breaking a sweat." He chuckles. "You have no desire to end our lives here and now, you haven't the spine. If you truly wanted us dead, a coward like yourself would've finished us while we were sleeping. What intentions does a snake like you have for us?"

[Mors]

Zong's eyes widen with disbelief. He Of course I'm thrown in with the lot willin' to die.thinks to himself.

[Icarus434]

Lord Vandermark sucks his teeth and his nose wrinkles in the process. He stands and looks to his left and gestures to the large man with a small cloak over his face. The man picks his double-edged axe from the wall and blood shines from it as the light hits it. He starts towards the group of you and each of you struggles a bit in your manacles but feel no give in them.
"LOOORD!!" a frail old man steps out from the crowd and hails the ruler of Falcon's Reach. Vandermark lifts his hand to stay the executioner's axe.
"If I may have a word with you in your ready room, along with the condemned men before me. I feel that under the current circumstances these men might prove more useful than their death's example."
After looking over the convicts and taking a moment to ponder, Lord Vandermark says, "I will hear what you have to say old man, but these men have no place in my private ready room. Come and bargain for their lives." The men walk to the right and enter Lord Vandermark's ready room.

The soldiers make you stay on your knees while the men deliberate. After what seems like an eternity the men emerge and Vandermark takes his seat once more.
"The old man has convinced me to take a position of mercy, as slight as it may be. You will meet with the master librarian in the Common District. He will give you the details that I discuss with him in a more private venue. You will carry out his instructions to the letter, or I will have your life revoked. Take a moment to weigh your options, those who value breathing may rise and walk to executioner, he will release you from your bonds."

"I have eyes and ears all over my dominion, do not betray what little trust I have to give."

[GOOCHpube]

Variel stands. ""I would like my belongings back if you don't mind. I fear whatever job is worth my life is worth doing with the right tools.""

[Riceman130]

Elric rises slowly. "I want my Axe now!" He bouts "I care not what petty task you ask of us, I will finish it without any struggle at all. just as I may one day have the the pleasure of doing to you. " He proceeds to step forward towards the executioner.

[Calan]

"Still I am not worried of your authority or your petty minions!! The only reason I would think to help out is to save the life of another prisoner who seems much undeserving of Although I could likely fight both of our ways out of here.death"
"If this is to happen, and I am able to spare your life, I will also need my weapons and items back. Otherwise, set your men upon me and few shall witness the outcome."

[Mors]

Zong swallows his pride so as to pucker up and kiss the bull's ass. "Thank you Sir, and you Sir. Whatever it is you said to our kind host to change his honorable judgement, thank you. I value my breath very much. So, if that friendly lookin' fella in the mask would be so kind." He raises his shackles with a half-hearted grin.

[Icarus434]

The Executioner grabs Zong by the manacles and yanks him close. "This be no act of mercy, blue-blood. An act of postponement is what dis is." He releases Zong from his bonds with more force than necessary. As he does with the other men who stand, hands raised, before him.

Lord Vandermark squints his eyes angrily, feeling the sting of pride at the words of the men he's just spared from an abrupt meeting with their gods. He looks at the old man with a look of cynicism and the old man nods his head subtly to give confidence to their decision and resolution to Lord Vandermark's doubts. "I have just found it in my heart to stay my executioner's thirsty axe, and you would return my grace with an ungrateful snap? How DARE you! Leave my sight at once! Carry out my commands or your heads will be displayed on my wall and your deaths will become holidays."

Lord Vandermark leaves his throne and walks towards his ready room. Just before he enters his chambers he turns and looks at Variel. "You do not make demands of me, I make demands of you. You all shall have your weapons and armor and nothing else, once you complete your task I will return your valuables to you, not before. This will serve as a bit of...insurance."

[Icarus434]

Vandermark turns willfully and passes out of sight into his ready room. He emerges once more with a piece of paper and passes it to the axe man. The executioner walks over to the group of you and drops the paper on the ground. It lands face up, and whoever minds to look will see that written in common is "143 Elroy St. Library of the Commons."

You hear Lord Vandermark's door slam shut and the room blossoms with chatter. As the hall begins to clear out you notice that no one has brought you your weapons and armor as promised. The hall is almost completely empty as everyone seeks to carry out their day.

[Mors]

After reading the note, Zong rests against a wall near the open doors and watches people swim through them like schools of fish. The Executioner seems satisfied as though his tasks for the month have been completed. Same as when looking for his lost friend, help is no charity among the citizens of Falcon's Reach. He quickly realizes he may have to talk to that over confident axe jockey again. He Thinking, 'Not if I can help it.'closes his eyes, smirks, folds his arms across his chest, and hangs his head.