<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/Slave_Brynndir_portrait_400x800.jpg)<br/>Brynndir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297451.msg14579747#msg14579747)<br/>Human Barbarian 3<br/></div></div>Slowly Brynndirs eyes adjusted to the dim light in the holding cells as they moved into the dark, the guard tugging on the leash to either drag her along behind him or to indicate that she was to walk in front of him so he could appreciate her behind. Where had things gone so wrong? Their tribe, they had gone too far. They should never have attacked that village. Still Brynndir had no idea what had been so important about that one particular village that had warranted troops spreading out over the wilds. In the end all the warriors had fallen or suffered the unfortunate fate to be captured. Consigned to the latter, the redhead tribeswoman thought back to the long humiliating march, arms spread out with her wrists and neck tied to a branch she had been humiliatingly forced to marched for four days until she was transferred into the ‘tender’ of these slavers.<br/><br/>Of course more marching followed. Almost Brynndir had escaped by enlisting a helpful dog, but she had been discovered before the creature had been able to gnaw through her bindings, after which they started to take special care to keep animals away from her. Now she had to live with a more annoying type of beast, one that laughed about her challenges to honourable combat for her freedom. Though at least she was now tied in a slightly more comfortable manner. The man tugged at her neck and mocked her body, causing the redhead to ball up her fist, pulling as hard at her bonds as she could, bulging her muscles. The bonds around her wrists were however tight and plentiful, well able to resist her wrath. Clenching her teeth she tried not to think about it, although her doom was becoming more inevitable. She had hoped it would be an arena, where she could fight for her freedom with a little dignity. These men however did not seem in the business of selling gladiatrixes and had made that point abundantly clear.<br/><br/><strong>”Oh yes, I talk to animals all the time. In fact, I am talking to one now. They say he is an especially savage one.”</strong>She said, rage filling her body as her breath deepened, nostrils flaring. How dare he?! Inhaling one last time she mustered all her strength, pulling as hard on the ropes as she could one last time, a primal guttural scream coming from her throat.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rage<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> STR check 2x because of advantage</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-12-23 10:50:58, Brynndir (uid: 62815) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128134)<br/>At 2018-12-23 10:57:30, Brynndir (uid: 62815) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128135)<br/><br/>Not even close, dammit. Well now the guard’s got something to laugh about :P<br/><br/>Until I charge his ass next turn u.u</div></div></div></div>