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The Mur in the next cell mutters something alien which the insect does not understand. Sure enough, the stregth of the chains are beyond his capabilities though. He looks at the crack in his armor, and realises that he'll only wrack himself to death if he continues, AS HAPPENED IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE(Thank you Coracodon!). He begins to chitter in despair.
Sadly he turns to the next cage to him toward the mubbling mur, reaching though the bars pleadingly. "Shcchtt-CcHHtT, RrrkkccttT, CcheEEtt-AAah-Tah. *whistle*"
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Despite her claws making it more difficult, the knot is a simple one and comes apart easily, allowing the bar to be raised and the door to her cage to be opened.
At the sight of the bird-woman truly becoming free, the three half-elves set up a horrid clamor that thwarts any attempt at communication, or even comprehension. The words "master", "disappoint", and "task" are all you can make out. In the cell next to the mantis, the Mul cocks his head to one side, but does not shrink away from the gutteral noise. "I will not feed you my brain, if that is what you want," he says quietly. He does keep slightly out of reach, however.
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Sheryllin Nerel
HP: 31/31 PSP: 34/40 Human Psion (2)/Thief (2) Sheryllin watches the bird woman undo the knot, and raise the bar to their cage. Preferring freedom over modesty, she stands and goes to help her open the door. Please, let me come with you. she says in common. If allowed out, she'll cross to the three screaching elves. Shut up you! she hisses under her breath.
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With a slight click of her beak Luki drew her head back from the human woman who spoke to her, chest feathers fluffed and neck craned over, charcoal eyes examining. It was not an altogether unfriendly look, but certainly a measuring one, alien in that the avian eyes, set farther apart, were more difficult to read. Her crest was long and high, her claws dropped from their motion of opening the door so that the pale feathers, now all seeded by sand, touched the floor. At last she seemed to come to some resolution to whatever dilemma had made her pause, even as the half-elves screeched.
“I was not going to shut the door behind me, but I do not think that you can fly,” the aarakocra managed in trade common, voice low. Her words were well learned, if rather stilted and strangely accented as formed by the beak. To the female half-elves she shot another hiss as she escaped. Then she looked to all the other doors. She hated seeing things caged. She began working on the cell next to her.
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The gaunt, scraggly man eyes the bird-woman with his single eyeball. He looks more like a misshapen cyclops than a human. A kind smile forms on his face, a rare commodity in the deserts of Athas. If you free me, I'll make it worth your while... He lets the words hang in air, awaiting a response from the bird-woman.
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Sensing the presence of another mind, Compound Eyes focus on the culprit Mul. Immidiately, he is besieged by alien images of underground kingdoms, and a dizzying collective mindscape that is beyond mammalian comprehension. It is both hypnotic and terrifying. The Mul can feel clawings and probings in his psyche, smells of mental pheromonal communication, and a desperation. The insect pressess closer to the bars, intent, and hungrily. "Xxttchs-tt CHhktt-Kttaa, *whistle*... Shtt-Krrtt..! Kkaaan... XXyoo... XxUn-Skkrrr... Skkttanttt...Mkkee?", he asks out loud, probing for more! (MORE!) knowledge.
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HP: 31/31 PSP: 34/40 Human Psion (2)/Thief (2) Sheryllin glares back. No, we are trying to be free. And I'd prefer death to slavery any day. So, would you like a chance at freedom, or would you prefer to rot in your cell? Sheryllin will try to open the door. I assume it wouldn't be too hard, from the outside.
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Moving to where the naked woman stands talking to the trio in the neighbouring cell, /han#kass'o tries to get her attention: "!noe, hui te re, hui te re". He racks his mind trying to remember the sound in the other language... "Help. Help." He grins at her with many white teeth, tugging at his cell door. He then seems to remember something, turns to the back of the cell and after some rummaging he proudly holds up what looks like an unfinished straw skirt. Still grinning, he points to the skirt, then to the naked woman, then to his cell door, then to himself and again to the straw weave, nodding vigorously.
((The skirt looks more like a waist apron at this point.))
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HP: 31/31 PSP: 34/40 Human Psion (2)/Thief (2) Sheryllin eyes the unfinished straw skirt. Depending on how finished it is, she may consider reaching for it. ((How finished is unfinished?))
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Giving a hard look to Elzix, she did not respond to his offer. None of them had anything to give so far as she could see. They were just a bunch of scraggly humans and dwarves with hair sticking out in odd places, like arms, so like pin feathers that had not properly been groomed. They were an unbecoming lot. Thieves and cutthroats? Luki wondered. Still, she set to opening the door, even as yet another human spoke to her. He was speaking to plans even though spontaneity had been the key to getting them out. Matte black eyes gave away no feeling of kinship for these creatures that asked her to do all the work. She had gotten them through their cage. Could they not think for themselves?
“I do not know how many they are. I thought I might go through the ceiling if I could find a weak point and then see if they could catch me,” Luki responds to the man, “If you want to wait for some better opportunity, I did not invite you to come with.” She stayed alert. The man might attack her and in this way gain favor with his kindred who had imprisoned her. Human pecking order had a lot of boosting one’s self by way of making the self seem larger by offering up another human as a smaller, more insignificant morsel. Luki had no intention of being used this way.
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HP: 31/31 PSP: 34/40 Human Psion (2)/Thief (2) Sheryllin tries to quickly grab the half-finished skirt away from the man, and put it on. It will cover most of her front and her left leg. Deciding it is better than nothing at all, she keeps her half of the bargain, and tries to open his cell door as well. Good enough.
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