<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/33/f3/ce/33f3ce3addaf86e03eb12dd5d917372e.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ratty</span></span></em><br/>Female Half-Orc Ranger/Eldritch Archer 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291828.msg14330718#msg14330718)<br/>HP: 10 | AC: 14 | Init: +4 | Status: Underweight. Fatigued<br/>Location: Northern Women’s Cell<br/>Tagging: References to Kinessa & Jui-Biang | Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>TLDR - Introduction. Ratty has been imprisoned for 4 years. GM can pass. </em><br/><br/>It felt like she couldn’t breath.<br/><br/>The prisoners were cramped in like cattle into the cell. Or perhaps bees, forced to live in too small a hive, fighting for space and becoming increasingly angry at their keepers... and everyone else around them. Things had been bad when they threw Ratty into Havenlock, four winters passed now, but as of late the prison felt at breaking point.<br/><br/>She was sat squeezed up against the cell bars, arms pulled in close to body in an effort to draw as little attention to herself. With the guards being more ruthless than ever, on excecutions, Ratty had started to fight less when they came for her. That was not to say she wanted their company - but it seemed better to ingratiate herself to the cock-sure, wanking, bastards than to end up with her head beaten to a mush on the stone.<br/><br/><em>What I wouldn’t have given to watch the Warden’s head cave like that.</em><br/><br/>The dirt and stink they lived in was secondary to pure, base survival. Ratty had endured plenty enough when growing up in the town gutters to know that being prissy about some muck was just not practical. That hadn’t stopped her hurling some at another inmate early on in her ‘stay’, after a disagreement, which had been enough to earn her the scar over her right eye. Her vision hadn’t quite been the same since, but she was better off than the other woman (an early ‘loss’ when the warden began ordering daily excecutions). It had been a change to the routine she hadn’t anticipated.<br/><br/>Nor could she have fore sworn the horn echoing from outside, that was enough to have Kinessa up and approaching the bars. Ratty was only a foot from her, when she started talking to one of the guards. Ratty sucked in a breath and averted her gaze, looking towards the male cells opposite. From her vantage point she could see two of the cells clearly, but not the third which hung in the corner of her vision. It was a useful position, because it let her track the movement of prisoners in this Northern corner, somewhat.<br/><br/>That brute of a monk was up again, watching from his cell, but nothing else caught her attention. She had seen him in the day that he arrived, being dragged in, and again...again...again, each time they brought him back from the fighting pit, bloody but in tact. Ratty didn’t know how he did it, but she suspected it had something to do with him having been in the prison for a shorter time than his competitors. There had been less time for him to lose his strength. She took a moment to study him, before looking away again. It wasn’t a good idea to give people the wrong impression in here, lest they take umbridge.