<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uELmVh5.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Faerl</strong></span></span></em><br/>Female, Tiefling Witch/Unchained Rogue 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291897.msg14330850#msg14330850)<br/>HP: 11 | AC: 13 | Init: +3 | Status: Normal,<br/>Location: Northern Female cell, Southern Corner<br/>Tagging: Kinessa, Ratty, Medusa | Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>Flavor Text: Imprisoned for 4 years; Thinking, planning and plotting. Comments to others. GM can ignore most. At bottom Faerl is listening to horns to trying and place them</em><br/><br/>Four years, (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124018) two months, twelve days and a morning. Another day to survive, Faerl had not lived as long as she had by just giving up. This though was the longest she had been in held in a place. Four years had taught her a great deal. Which of the guards had family. Which were cruel and enjoyed it, which were cruel because of Robin Hux's prodding. She listens and sets deep in thought.<br/><br/>Breakfast had been the normal gruel and she had added in some rat flesh and seasoned it with her hidden magic. Her small tricks had kept her in better condition then most of the females. Even this corner opposite the Dhampir had been  chosen for a reason. That back wall where Kinessa sat was always cold being an outside wall and the corner she stayed in was next to the door and unknown to everyone else had a small hole between the two bottom blocks going into Hux's office. This allowed some small amount of warmth to seep through and was pathway for rats to scurry between the walls . She had gathered a few things over the years mainly from, for a time at least, being Hux's main 'girl'. Her blanket was not as thread bear and she would at times get better food since the guards were never sure if Hux still had an eye on her or not. Faerl had even been spared most of the males when they won their matches.<br/><br/>She had figured out many things about her cell mate's, Take the Dhampir called Kinessa, a proud one she was thinking with her teeth and not her head. Faerl quietly found it amusing she had to try and bite whenever a guard tried oral with her even knowing they would yank out her incisors. Then there was the white haired witch. Sure she knew almost from the start the girl was a witch like herself. She had heard of the white haired ones. No hexes but living hair instead. She could be useful when they escaped just by trading magic knowledge between them. Then there was the half-orc she had been here as long as Faerl coming in a week or so after she had been imprisoned.<br/><br/>By now she had a good idea of the males as well at least the important ones. The Half orc across the way seemed to stare at her horns and tail in a strange matter as if he expected her to sprout wings and call down hell fire. He was big though and not very smart. The Monk Jui-biang was dangerous, Quick and very strong, he won most of the pit fights and had a thing for the warrior woman Simona. What made him dangerous was he was no dummy and had a decent amount of wisdom. It was surprising still how some of these in here survived when they were so clueless. Take his lordship in the way back cell. She knew he though he ran the place, he had the present to do so but lacked any commonsense. She knew Hux and the guards were playing along hoping to get a sizeable ransom for him.<br/><br/>Her musing came to a halt at the sound of the horns. Her mind raced through history and lore who used horns like that and was this a chance at freedom finally. Standing gracefully she stepped up to where Kinessa spoak and the harsh rebuttal by Littlecock. Well he was known as Mr. Langley but she called him Littlecock in her mind since his cock was barely the size of her thumb. He was on her list as were many others here but at the top was Robin Hux and maybe if there really were gods out there today she would begin marking names off that list.<br/><br/>