Post by nate on Sept 24, 2014 4:57:58 GMT -5
Dralban stood with his face pressed against the prison bars, trying his best to see down the corridor.
"Hey Tecuani, you think they are going to bring us some food soon? I’m starving."
Pulling away from the cell bars, Dralban glanced over at the Half- Drow. The barbarian's head was in his hands. Even sitting, Tecuani nearly took up near half of the prison cell. Dralban thought he looked ill, probably the drink sickness one gets after a long night of inebriating.
"You could probably use a drink, huh? You know, I've never really been drunk. What's it feel like?" questioned Dralban. Tecuani dismissed him with a grunt and a subtle wave of his hand.
"Maybe once we get out of here we can have an ale together. This cell isn’t all bad though. Much better than running through the streets scared, lost and hunted. Not half so cold either. Little stuffy ." Dralban sat parallel to Tecuani, his legs outstretched and back against the door.
"I let Valraukar down. I hope he isn't mad at me. He told me to get the priest-y woman and I failed. I tried though, I really did! She acted like I wasn't even there. She didn't even look at me. Like the city folk do. You know what I mean?" Dralban twiddled his thumbs as he spoke. Tecuani sat motionless without a response
Dralban continued, "It was like a madness took Elena over. She screamed like we were hurting her. Then the guards came... Hey, why didn't we follow that fellow that offered us help? He seemed nice. He knew of me somehow too. Those city folk are full of tricks. Anyway, Blank and Val didn't seem to trust him. Maybe they know him. Maybe he’s a bad sailor or a bad cook. Valraukar would definitely not like a bad cook. Speaking of Val, you know when a human is in the sun too long their skin gets darker. Well Drow live in caves and places where there isn't any sun. Why is your skin so grey and dark and mine is light like wheat?"
"Stop," Tecuani quietly barked as he sat back against the cell wall. Eyes closed and legs outstretched.
Dralban stopped speaking... at least for a few minutes.
"I came to Blackhawk to find some answers for these visions I have been having. Can’t in this cell though. Kind of puts a damper on things. Before I was abducted, I was writing a letter home to my brother and sister Rangers The guards took it however, along with the rest of my equipment. I don't want my brothers and sisters to worry. Well, they're not my real brothers and sisters, just Rangers like me. Did you know i was a Ranger? I hope I get my letter back." Dralban stood and stretched. He flinched in pain. He inspected the bandage on his arm. The fresh arrow wound finally stopped bleeding.
"Hey, last night Bilkin spoke to me without moving his lips. I think he might be one those folk at the city gates with the dolls on strings. I'm going to see if he can teach me how, well, if I see him again... Hey, foot steps!” Dralban exclaimed and pressed his face against the bars once again.
Just then a guard strolled into sight. He held a switch in one hand and slapped it against the other as he walked. The dull torch light deepened his eyes, and with his pale skin he could almost pass as a walking skeleton in leathers.
“What’s that shit-teating grin for Elf?” The guard asked with a snarl.
“Hullo, sir. I was just wondering if you happen to know what time dinner is at?”
“Tis sunrise you damned twig. Ya get yo’ grub when ya get yo’ grub.”
“Oh, sorry. You see,I don’t quite know where the sun is at in this cell.”
The guard began to walk away from Dralban.
In haste Dralban extended his hand through the bars and announced, “By the way my name is Dralban.”
The guard spun on a heel and gave a humpf. “Keep ya damn hands in ya cell,”and as quick as the demand he whipped Dralban acrossed the arm with his switch.
Dralban snapped his arm back in his cell and cradled the bruised limb. As the guard walked away, Dralban snapped, “Ouch! Well that was rude. You... you... you big skeleton.”
At the current event that unfolded and the terrible insult Dralban made, the exhausted Tecuani began to chuckle. Then the chuckle turned into full laughter.
Dralban was always easily infected with laughter. He started to laugh at himself. After the heavy laughing fit stopped, Tecuani resumed his silence and tried to slip into a trance. (Elf sleep.)
Dralban decided to follow suit. He laid across his side of the cell and stared at the ceiling. He pondered which side of his cell was closest to the sunrise. Then he thought about the itching scratch, if Blank was a Blank, and the dead hobo that lost a girl. Then he thought about Donovan. Then, finally, he slipped away.
That night he had one of his terrible visions. The featureless beast on four legs destroying all life. At this point in the vision he was leveling Blackdawn. Only... there was something different, something Dralban had never experienced in any of his visions of the beast. Someone was standing next to it. Dralban couldn’t tell what the man or woman was doing next to the beast, but someone was definitely there. And he or she had dark, yet sunless skin.
"Hey Tecuani, you think they are going to bring us some food soon? I’m starving."
Pulling away from the cell bars, Dralban glanced over at the Half- Drow. The barbarian's head was in his hands. Even sitting, Tecuani nearly took up near half of the prison cell. Dralban thought he looked ill, probably the drink sickness one gets after a long night of inebriating.
"You could probably use a drink, huh? You know, I've never really been drunk. What's it feel like?" questioned Dralban. Tecuani dismissed him with a grunt and a subtle wave of his hand.
"Maybe once we get out of here we can have an ale together. This cell isn’t all bad though. Much better than running through the streets scared, lost and hunted. Not half so cold either. Little stuffy ." Dralban sat parallel to Tecuani, his legs outstretched and back against the door.
"I let Valraukar down. I hope he isn't mad at me. He told me to get the priest-y woman and I failed. I tried though, I really did! She acted like I wasn't even there. She didn't even look at me. Like the city folk do. You know what I mean?" Dralban twiddled his thumbs as he spoke. Tecuani sat motionless without a response
Dralban continued, "It was like a madness took Elena over. She screamed like we were hurting her. Then the guards came... Hey, why didn't we follow that fellow that offered us help? He seemed nice. He knew of me somehow too. Those city folk are full of tricks. Anyway, Blank and Val didn't seem to trust him. Maybe they know him. Maybe he’s a bad sailor or a bad cook. Valraukar would definitely not like a bad cook. Speaking of Val, you know when a human is in the sun too long their skin gets darker. Well Drow live in caves and places where there isn't any sun. Why is your skin so grey and dark and mine is light like wheat?"
"Stop," Tecuani quietly barked as he sat back against the cell wall. Eyes closed and legs outstretched.
Dralban stopped speaking... at least for a few minutes.
"I came to Blackhawk to find some answers for these visions I have been having. Can’t in this cell though. Kind of puts a damper on things. Before I was abducted, I was writing a letter home to my brother and sister Rangers The guards took it however, along with the rest of my equipment. I don't want my brothers and sisters to worry. Well, they're not my real brothers and sisters, just Rangers like me. Did you know i was a Ranger? I hope I get my letter back." Dralban stood and stretched. He flinched in pain. He inspected the bandage on his arm. The fresh arrow wound finally stopped bleeding.
"Hey, last night Bilkin spoke to me without moving his lips. I think he might be one those folk at the city gates with the dolls on strings. I'm going to see if he can teach me how, well, if I see him again... Hey, foot steps!” Dralban exclaimed and pressed his face against the bars once again.
Just then a guard strolled into sight. He held a switch in one hand and slapped it against the other as he walked. The dull torch light deepened his eyes, and with his pale skin he could almost pass as a walking skeleton in leathers.
“What’s that shit-teating grin for Elf?” The guard asked with a snarl.
“Hullo, sir. I was just wondering if you happen to know what time dinner is at?”
“Tis sunrise you damned twig. Ya get yo’ grub when ya get yo’ grub.”
“Oh, sorry. You see,I don’t quite know where the sun is at in this cell.”
The guard began to walk away from Dralban.
In haste Dralban extended his hand through the bars and announced, “By the way my name is Dralban.”
The guard spun on a heel and gave a humpf. “Keep ya damn hands in ya cell,”and as quick as the demand he whipped Dralban acrossed the arm with his switch.
Dralban snapped his arm back in his cell and cradled the bruised limb. As the guard walked away, Dralban snapped, “Ouch! Well that was rude. You... you... you big skeleton.”
At the current event that unfolded and the terrible insult Dralban made, the exhausted Tecuani began to chuckle. Then the chuckle turned into full laughter.
Dralban was always easily infected with laughter. He started to laugh at himself. After the heavy laughing fit stopped, Tecuani resumed his silence and tried to slip into a trance. (Elf sleep.)
Dralban decided to follow suit. He laid across his side of the cell and stared at the ceiling. He pondered which side of his cell was closest to the sunrise. Then he thought about the itching scratch, if Blank was a Blank, and the dead hobo that lost a girl. Then he thought about Donovan. Then, finally, he slipped away.
That night he had one of his terrible visions. The featureless beast on four legs destroying all life. At this point in the vision he was leveling Blackdawn. Only... there was something different, something Dralban had never experienced in any of his visions of the beast. Someone was standing next to it. Dralban couldn’t tell what the man or woman was doing next to the beast, but someone was definitely there. And he or she had dark, yet sunless skin.
