<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/e6cnkqg.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Revvosh Ogreblood</span></span></em><br/>Male Half-Orc Barbarian/Warpriest 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291897.msg14330684#msg14330684)<br/>HP: 15 | AC: 12| Init: +1 | Status: Normal<br/>Location: Left cells, second from the top.<br/>Tagging: Jiu-Biang. Mentioned: Kinessa, Ratty, Medusa.<br/><hr/><br/><em>Flavor text; Imprisoned for 1 year (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124014); Short line to Jiu-Biang. GM can ignore, except that the dialogue may draw the guard's attention, and his cellmate, if an NPC, has been thrown a partially-eaten rat.</em><br/><br/>Crunch. Hot blood gushed into Revvosh's mouth, between his tusks. He felt the fur and gristle against his tongue, but it didn't matter. In a few short bites, he's devoured what portions of the fat prison rat he deems fitting. It sates his hunger, if only for a moment. A deep breath rumbled from the half-orc's throat while he turns, shifting his bulk. He tossed the rat, its gnawed carcass thudding and sliding wetly across the floor of his cell. "Eat," he grunted simply to his cellmate. The warrior doesn't know who he shares his cell with any longer. It's possible that it's the same man there on the day he was first shoved into it. But he might be different. Revvosh doesn't know, and he certainly doesn't care. The days have felt like years, the humans coming and going like livestock.<br/><br/>He's relished the moments of battle and bloodshed, but the rest has been torment. Even the prizes for his triumphs – the waifs imprisoned in the cage across from him – were hollow. Most of all, the pain of not being able to offer sacrifices and blood to his god has stung Revvosh's pride. The dormant powers bestowed upon him have roiled and thrashed within him for release, but stubbornly he kept them in. Easy enough to let the humans think him a simple beast, until the time to strike.<br/><br/>The sounds of trumpets broke the half-orc from his stupor. His head rose, a mane of long black hair falling down his back. His red eyes dragged across the women in the cell opposite him. A white-haired waif, pitiful. She sat curled and comatose. Killing her would be a mercy, he thought.  The other two, he recognized. The frosty one, cold and sharp, even in her weakness. She spoke to the guard. Bold, he thought. And then 'Ratty'. The prison's other half orc, she had some fire, but she did not know the ways of her people. He suspected that she would live and die as a human, and likely die soon.<br/><br/>Revvosh stalked to the northern wall of his cage while Kinessa engages the guard. "Xushu," he growled, low and gravelly. "Horns of war. Today we die or go free, I think." What followed was a guttural laugh, certainly not the sort of quiet the guards have demanded.