<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">My apologies for the big post - going to move things along decently quickly, so you are not left lounging around in cages too long!...Or, maybe you will be. XD</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>The day waned on just like all the rest of them. Back-and-forth banter, plans to escape, attempts to keep spirits high, speculation as to who or what had captured them. It was pretty easy to tell that the stress of the situation, not to mention the lack of food, was starting to weigh very, very heavily on Tiss' spirits. Not to mention, she was starting to look at everyone like they were covered in butter and already slow-roasted.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Jelani wrote:</cite> "Our captors have powerful mages and magics at their disposal... </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Tiss' already deteriorated mood shows through, and she gives Jelani a sort of sour look "How in the hell does all that help us? Who CARES if they are mages? Who cares if they are slavers. I just want out of here!! I'm so hungry...restless - I want to move around some!! I just want to get OUT OF THIS DAMN CAGE!!" The naga's voice reverberates off the cool stone interior of the cave, creating a sort of eerie, albeit temporary, ambiance.<br/><br/>"I've already tried, I can't bend these bars.." Tiss rears back her tail and gives the bars a frustrated whack, the steely clang ringing off the stone, making sensative ears tingle. It was pretty clear her strength had waned in the near four days everyone had been here "It's hopeless. I just want out of here!!" Emotion, not for the first time, seems to overtake the sixteen foot long snake-girl, and she sinks down into her coils, tears streaming down her face "Three weeks since my last meal - I was going to eat so well once I got to falteen. Was going to go and buy a cow - no TWO cows....I'd...Mmm...I'd even eat one of the two-legs...they'd be so delicious...Mmmph...they'd fill me up so perfectly, and-"<br/><br/>She continues on her little thoughtful journey, her voice fading to mumbles broken only when she runs her long, slender tongue across her lips.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lorelei wrote:</cite> 'Don't be in such a tizzy, Miss Tissy! </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Lorelei's cheery voice does very little to help the situation, and the 'clever pun' that had been repeated to exhaustion ignites a spark of anger within the half-snake captive. Rising practically to the top of her 7 foot tall cage, she opens her mouth to give the insane elf what-for...<br/><br/>...At least, until Lorelei mentions sharing her emergency rations, the alabaster-furred weasel who'd been curled up in her lap moments before.<br/><br/>"...R-really? I'm so hungry...please, give me the weasel? Please!! If we get out of here, I promise I'll get you a new one!! I'll get you TWO weasels!! I'll buy you a weasel-farm, but give it here!! I'm starving!!!"<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">I will be taking over the role of Niketu, until Allie wants control back.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The plump, white-furred mustelid stares at the crazy snake-lady...then at the crazy elf who was his master...then back to the snake, back to the elf, the snake, the elf, the snake, the elf...<br/><br/>"....Eeeee..." It whines piteously, it's tiny, round ears drooping unhappily. Why did neither choice look particularly enticing?<br/><br/>When Lorelei sets the fuzzy rodent down, it unsuredly curls back up in her lap, as if turning into a pudgy ball of fluff would make him look far less appetizing. He woke up for this? And he was having such sweet dreams - of gophers! Tasty, tasty gophers...<br/><br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sheva wrote:</cite> 'Could he have been responsible...? </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Sheva feels a faint chill crawl up her spine - something she'd experienced a dozen times before, and no doubt would many a time in the future.<br/><br/>"Oh." Comes a faint, ghostly voice, the faint, ghostly image of a wolf appearing in the corner of the cage opposite where she was. It was something only she could see, though everyone could make out a faint, wavering 'wooooOOOOOooooo' sound.<br/><br/>Essnton's 'ghost' sighs softly, shaking his head as he took a quick look around the cage "Oh. What happened to tall, white, and handsome? You eat him, too? His friends get ticked off and stick you in jail?...Really, of all the times I come back, it has to be when you are in a cell, and nothing interesting is happening. It really sucks being a ghost." He crosses his arms over his chest in a huff, casting a dirty look at Sheva, then at the four others in the cages around her "...Least a ghost can't get digested." He steps through the bars, though only manages to get about 6 feet from Sheva before he hits a 'wall' in the air "...OW!! Dangit - I still can't move very far from you. So, what are you doing in prison, hrm? You look kinda skinny...”<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Tiss’s attention shifts from Lorelei and her bite-sized weasel, to the small, cat-like creature in the tiny cage that was closest to her. Of all the things she wanted to it, she wanted HIM the most. She could smell him, constantly. The tantelizing scent of his fur...he’d be a perfect little snack. Many were the times Tzuru had caught Tiss looking at him and licking her lips - sometimes, even going so far as to try and squeeze her tail between the bars to pull his cage closer.<br/><br/>Thankfully for the Corruk, she’d not managed it yet.<br/><br/>“...Decoy? Mmph...such a delicious little morsel, a decoy...so...furry and soft-looking...so easily swallowed...would just be a tiny little bulge, just a little snack, and-”<br/><br/><br/><br/>A faint echo off in the distance - laughter?<br/><br/>Had it been two hours already? Sound was always a bad thing - it meant someone was coming. And every time someone came - one of the captives was taken away...<br/><br/><br/>The sounds of talking and laughing grows louder and louder, amplified by the damp cave walls.<br/><br/>“I’d hate to be them!” Comes a female voice - one that had been heard many times before. A somewhat snooty female half-elf by the name of ‘Altrayie’.<br/><br/>“Well, yeah. Death tends to hurt, and that is one hell of a terrible way to go. I bet it’s awfully...er...oozy-goozy in there. There’s been what...forty or something stuck in there? A couple of hours after each other? Bleh - do not want that at all. Though, admittedly...she is kinda cute.” An energetic male voice this time - one that did not sound very familiar.<br/><br/>The voices grow louder, and within just a few moments, the clothen barrier parts, admitting a large group of captors - some looked familiar, others did not.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">A note on armor - Armor of a category can be as skimpy or as bulky as one might like. In this world, it is not uncommon for armor to be slightly enchanted to provide better protection (Though not with a full +1 bonus), or even different styles of defense (Such as leather armor consisting of nothing more than a single, incredibly thick arm-guard used to block and parry attacks, or being an entire suit of leather, or being a leather shirt - the combinations are endless.). In a world where half the population is predatory, platemail tends to have shifting plates along the front, chainmail might leave the stomach exposed - Feel free to mix and match the appearance of your armor as you like, it simply needs to have the same penalties and bonuses normally associated with that type of armor.</div></div></div><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">For expedience, I’ll not be going into a great deal of discriptive detail when there are a huge number of NPCs.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Millan </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Fight4.jpg"/>  Millan is a hyena, of average build. He is surprisingly handsome, with a cute face and well kept hair and fur. He appears to be entirely armorless, and only carries a long club as a weapon. Obviously, he is just there to knock out a prisoner who gets too rowdy when they are taken away. Little is known of his personality, as this is the first time he’s been seen.(Art by Tass)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Tesu </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Fight6.png"/>  A medium-sized feline-taur. These creatures are far smaller than their tauric counterparts, though are every bit as predatory when the opportunity arises. Tesu appears to be unarmored, and unarmed. (Artist unknown)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Altrayie </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/RO__Rogue__sketch_by_AppleSin.jpg"/>   Altrayie is a female half-elf, very lightly armored in soft fur wraps and cloth. She seems to enjoy tormenting the prisoners, and rather quickly got on everyone’s bad side. She carries a long dagger as her only armnament.  (Art by Applesin)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Porua</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/fight7.jpg"/> Porua is a raptor, and decently well-armored. The large, scythe-like claws on his inner-toes look far, far more dangerous than the one-handed club at his side. He seems to be of decently even temperment, though is quite cruel to those he’s aided in leading away, normally giving them a solid thump with his club, or roughly pushing them along. (Artist unknown)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Miyan </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/c1265_1206115135lynxia_rabbit_knight_doodle_color_water.jpg"/> Miyan is a lapine, and very lightly armored in leather pauldrons and a small chest-guard. She is the only one with a large blade - a longsword that had yet to leave her side. She seems to enjoy being the one of the top of the totem-pole, and as always seemed ready to put in a few harsh words to the poor captives. (Art by PoD)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Ajustin </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Fight5.jpg"/> Ajustin is a shifter, gauging by the long, furry ears and the slitted look of his eyes. What kind of shifter, noone knows. His armor is very simple - a full leather chest-peice. He is generally somewhat quiet and reserved, though is frequently there to lead prisoners away. (Artist unknown)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Hestruui </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/Tiefling_Warlock__requested_by_mistylear.jpg"/> Hestruui is, quite obviously, a tiefling. She is a terrible flirt, and wrapped only in light - and somewhat revealing - clothen robes. Her weapon is a rather fancy-looking club, one that might be used to disarm in addition to offering a sound clonk. (Art by mistylear)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Domlan </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/c_1290281503970skifox_009_-_small.png"/> Domlan is a somewhat handsome male canine, who seems to prefer going armorless despite the rather cool temperatures in the cave. However, he seems to move quite quickly, and has a very long, straight, and nasty-looking dagger with him at all times. He’s only been seen once, and little is known about his personality. (Artist unknown)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Qulan </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/I_am_The_Lizard_Queen____by_Jigokuko.png"/> Qulan is a lizardess, and is surprisingly sweet. Of course, she’s never been so sweet as to feed the prisoners, and she has very often looked at them with hungry eyes. She wears very little in the way of clothing, and it would be a close guess to imagine she’d go without, if not for the cool temperatures. She carries a short dagger as her only weapon. (Art by Jigokuko)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Travian </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o42/Kitsunea/m38847_1264151239black-kat_archertekkiraicommish_dodge.png"/> Travian is a slender, incredibly handsome male raccoon. He looks almost ‘boyish’ despite being into his early twenties, and is lightly armored in thin leather. He is the only one who carries a ranged weapon - a shortbow. It is the first time he’s been seen, so his personality is unknown. (Artist unknown)</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Altrayie is the first inside, pushing open the clothen barrier with an extravagant sweep of her petite little hand “OOOOOHhhhhhhh what do we have here? A bunch of lonely little rodents, sitting around in their cages...and I’m not talking about the weasel.” The half-elf pouts out her bottom lip, putting her hands on her hips for dramatic effect “What ever shall we do? Oh, I know!! Let’s get one of you out of those cages, hrm?! A nice little romp through the cave!”<br/><br/>The others file in one by one behind her, immediately spreading out and peering into the cages that were still not empty.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Part 1 of 2 </span>