<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/28/6e/3d/286e3dd697ee8248ec6b1e59464dc733.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Zayne Aldarian</span></span></em><br/>Male Human Unchained Monk/Sanguine Sorcerer 1 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1669969)<br/>HP: 12 | AC: 16 | Init: +11 | Status: Normal<br/>Location: One Jailcell south of Revvosh, third on the left from the top<br/>Tagging: Open, Revvosh (responding to)<br/><em>GM can Ignore</em><br/><hr/><br/>Zayne hated it there, this damn prison was a far cry from the life of lavish debauchery he was used to. He'd done alot of things to work his way up from the dregs after he left his monastary. Charming woman after woman for access to their bodies and their wealth and had lived quite the luxurious life until he got caught. NOrmally yes he enjoyed cuckholding weaker men but had miscalcuated and when a particular nobleman arrived home to find Zayne impregnating his wife; there was no moment of frozen horror and shock.<br/><br/>The man had immediately flown into a rage and the only thing that saved Zayne from meeting neck to axe was a well placed grease spell. With enough time to quickly dress and vault out the window, he made his way across rooftops and dropped into an alley; up and over fences. With the angry husband still hot on his trail; damn man was fast!<br/><br/>Only a mistimed jump and a hard fall resulting in a unceremonially falling in front of a band of guards that were helping in the chase. There was no trial; the husband he'd cucked had the young man thrown into jail right away after calming down.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>3</strong>years later Zayne now languished in Havelock Prison; sitting in the corner of his cell with back against the stone wall watching the world through his cells intently. He'd move around and soon positioned himself so nobody could attack him from behind as he monitored the guard's movements. He'd studied them for three years now; three years of gladiator-like fights for survival. Only his sorcerous powers kept him healthy; since there was a propensity of rats he could catch and feed from.<br/><br/>When the horns began to blare he looked up and around wondering what was going on. With the war going on, he could only guess that the prison may be being attacked. Hopefully thath would create enough confusion to allow them to break out; Zayne had, on more than one occasion tried to steal keys from the guards. Luckily he wouldn't be caught but would always seem to get the wrong key that didn't fit the lock and simply tossed it out to make it seem like the guard had just dropped it.<br/><br/>As it pertained to the fights; Zayne hadn't been in one for a couple weeks cuz they were culling the newer arrivals to save space on the cellblock. His own style was more about agility than hard-hitting strikes; while not physically powerful; Zayne's magical abilities made him a frightening opponent still.  Everyone complained of feeling the cold grip of death surge through him whenever he struck them and that sensation lasted for longer than it should.<br/><br/>When the half orc barbarian, berserker, whatever he was spoke up; Zayne laughed with a cruel; snide tone. "At least it's nothing new in this cesspit." he commented. "if we get a chance I say we kill all the guards and put the warden's head on a pike." He suggested with sinister glee.