<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zVY4oSQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diero Nailo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14256531#msg14256531)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The 'fields'<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Slavery. Trying to plan an escape<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM<br/><hr/><br/>There was something about being called ‘boy’ by the drows who’d captured him that was somehow more insulting that any comment equating him to a bastard or insinuation that his parents had been ‘blood traitors’. Perhaps because it was an insult on his own status rather than that of his parents. Regardless, he had to stifle the urge to brawl with Jorlyn there and then.<em>‘Stick to the plan. Make them underestimate you’</em>He knew it would work but that didn’t make it easier to undertake. At the least he could see the formulation of the beginnings of a plan; A mage, Ido. A thief, Leyana. Some Muscle, Brihe. And there were more in the pens that he could talk into a break.<em>‘Just keep your head down’</em><br/><br/>The quaggoth shoved him into the lift towards his duty for the day, and Diero could count himself lucky. Or atleast lucky as far as a slave in the underdark could be. Gathering Bluecaps wasn’t the worst of the tasks by far. Of course they’d always demand that he move faster and faster still, maybe whip to ‘encourage’ more work or just for their own entertainment. ANd he’d probably get beaten for not harvesting enough of the spores at the end of the ‘shift’. It could be worse though. They were less likely to beat him severely while he worked since that would lower his picking speed too much. So long as he kept his head down and did his work he’d be left alone for the most part. Of course if he passed out from exhaustion they’d be liable to kill him, but it hadn’t happened so far yet.<br/><br/>The other reason that Diero found the bluecaps A somewhat serviceable job was a rather simple one; Slavers and slaves alike were liable to lose things or drop them during escape attempts. Such as the hand crossbow he came across, seemingly discarded in some cave crevice, that was quickly collapsed into slimmer components and hidden in the leg of his pants. Always looking towards the future, Diero also managed to stash away from spores for himself during his time in the fields. For every fifty caps that he gathered the spores from, he’d take the spores of one for his own use. Of course it wouldn't do much good if they couldn’t bake it, but having some dough if he had to go on the run was something he couldn’t pass up.