<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/wsiO6nd.png)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>In Character...</em></span></div><hr/>In-Character Header:<br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img width=200 padding=20]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/72/69/f4/7269f4d3626a7c572ed43783ff3656c1.jpg[/img][/floatleft]<br/>[b]Name[/b]: (Please hyperlink to character sheet)<br/>[b]Location[/b]: <br/>[b]Content[/b]:<br/>[b]Tagging[/b]:<br/>[hr]</code></pre><hr/><br/>The slave pens of Velkynvelve was never quiet, even when its inhabitants sought rest. Any sound that wasn't kept to a hush echoed off of the naturally-shaped rock walls. A slow, yet constant drip of water fell from the cavern roof overhead, plopping into a small puddle that occupied a small corner of the area; The drow did not treat their captives kindly, and it was one of the rare sources of fresh, clean water that the prisoners were 'afforded'. The orcish bully, Ront (https://i.imgur.com/Gf0mbfS.jpg), had once staked his claim to the prized pool, but he proved incapable of warding off those who became thirstier than him; He lingers in the opposite corner of the pen now, glowering at anyone who passes by, but cowardly averting his gaze when any dared to meet his. The kuo-toa, Shuushar (https://i.imgur.com/9tnqfRo.png), sat sagely in the center of the room, softly petting the myconid Sprout (https://i.imgur.com/juBHsEw.png), who sat in his lap like a cat. The deep gnome, Jimjar (https://i.imgur.com/04mrndo.png), stood not far from the gate, flipping a single silver coin, brazen and fearless in his possession of contraband. The strange quaggoth, Derendil (https://i.imgur.com/Fh9ZXf9.jpg), was huddled into the opposite corner from Ront, whispering to himself... In Elvish? He seemed almost terrified.<br/><br/>A third of the slave pen had been absent for some time. Those with keen senses would know that they had been gone for roughly eight hours, a third of a day, if days still existed in this dark hole. Light was more scarce than water in Velkynvelve. The drow and their quaggoth (https://i.imgur.com/4bIVac7.png) minions could see in perfect dark; Besides a single, small torch that was lit just outside of the slave pen's gate, patches of bioluminescent moss were the only thing that warded off complete blackness.<br/><br/>Before too long, footsteps from outside of the barred gate approached, and a familiar drow voice called out.<strong>"Wake up, dogs. Time for work."</strong>The scarred-face drow, Jorlan Duskryn (https://i.imgur.com/dpNG8Mr.jpg), stared at them with contempt in his red eyes as a platoon of quaggoth began to raise the gate, and a handful of drow lieutenants marched in the five prisoners whose shifts had just ended. The derro named Buppido (https://i.imgur.com/QQbz0pI.jpg), who usually never shut up, looked defeated and tired, nearly tripping over his own feet as he was shoved forward. Sarith Kzekarit (https://i.imgur.com/VORfu8j.png) was not so roughly handled; As a drow, he knew how to avoid raising the ire of his kin as well as he could, and he hastily entered the slave pen to avoid receiving any 'incentive' to do so. Topsy and Turvy (https://i.imgur.com/1b3ytkz.jpg), the twin deep gnomes, shouldered each other, as they both seemed to be quite sore and tired from whatever menial labor their small selves had been assigned. A long moment passed before Eldeth (https://i.imgur.com/clhk1vl.jpg) was dragged into the slave pen by a pair of quaggoth, and roughly tossed to the side. She appeared to be dead for a moment, before she slowly stirred and sat up against the wall, and spat blood down the front of her slave gown. She'd been beaten... Or worse.<br/><br/><strong>"Next round. Giant man."</strong>Jorlan eyed Valok, the tall, powerful and imposing Goliath who they'd captured. All prisoners were shackled, the chains long enough to allow them to do labor but little more, but for the goliath, special accommodations had been prepared. The priestesses had shaped stone and formed heavy bracelets and anklets on his wrists and ankles that could not be removed without magic, not unless Valok was interested in shattering his own limbs breaking them off. Each limb was weighed down by more than fifty pounds of stone, making it difficult to move, difficult to use that brute strength and size against his masters.<br/><br/><strong>"Bastard boy."</strong>Jorlan next looked at Diero, whose half-elven heritage was perhaps more blasphemous to the dark elves than the nefarious, surface-dwelling kin that had spawned him.<strong>"The tough bitch with white hair."</strong>Jorlan licked his lips as he appraised Brihe in admiration, despite himself.<strong>"Blue-tongue."</strong>In Eidoma's brief time at Velkynvelve, more than one drow had threatened to cut out her blue tongue to place on Lolth's altar, and a few more had suggested where else they'd like it to go.<br/><br/>He scanned the rest of them for a long moment, before his baleful glare finally settled on Leyana.<strong>"Surface cunt. You five, out. Hurry now, or you'll be beaten for making me wait. This spider's asshole of an outpost doesn't keep itself clean."</strong>He spit at the mention of the spider, though he looked warily over his shoulder, knowing his words were borderline sacrilege. Jorlan stepped back; Flanked by a half-dozen quaggoth and three fine warriors, he waited to see if these newcoming surfacers had learned to obey orders by now, or if they still clung foolishly to rebellious thoughts.<br/><hr/><br/>OOC notes: All prisoners wear iron slave collars along with manacles connected to iron belts by a short length of chain. This leaves you restrained (http://5e.d20srd.org/srd/conditionSummary.htm#restrained), but won't affect your movement or speed.<br/><br/>Any spellcasting attempts made inside of the slave pen immediately fizzle, it seems like something is interfering with the ability to cast here.<br/><br/>All prisoners are wearing simple slave garbing; threadbare tunics and pants, or gowns, pending the slave's preference.<br/><br/>Remember, you don't have any of your starting equipment here; You only have the items that you've managed to scavenge, if anything.