Post by Cuetlachtli on Sept 24, 2014 21:17:16 GMT -5
Tecuani's mind was stirring, stewing, just sitting there... like a fresh batch a mead. The Half-drow's mind often flew from his present problem to flashes of his past. Swinging through the trees feeling the crisp air on his face,then-It's just dark, a drunken Tecuani is stumbling into the the capitol city. When Tecuani's mind wandered to wonderment he'd be constantly sobered to his reality by his cellmate; Dralban.
He was a very, enthusiastic elf from the forest. Tecuani could not help but absorb some of the incessant rambling of the wood-elf. The elf was new to the city and fairly good shot in a "in a pinch" situation but the elf had a gift to let his words connect like a never-ending shanty his fellow barbarian in the next cell may have sung. Their likeness soon bored the drooling drow and he soon fell back to thinking about the present. However he could not help but feel content with his cell at the moment with the sudden similarities not only between him and his d cellmate but him and his group. They were a rag-tag band of grunts, but they had that in common, and their misfortune.
Tecuani would escape back into his thoughts by "pretending to pass out" from his obvious sobering. Tecuani could only hope but to resolve this changing of seasons in his mind. He killed a guard in rage, while remorseful, his skill at executing-- "Ha!" He chuckled to himself. Tecuani wasn't well educated but he saw the value in a salty pun no matter the cattle-crap cavalcades he seemed to stumble quite well into.
He thought about the leading hours to his chaotic surrender... Running around in circles is a logical excuse for a drunk drow, murderer or not he soon resolved. What of this thug that tried to poke light at the situation? Tec was quite uninterested in his help then. However an extra blade might come in handy.. Where was he leading his fellow memebers when he grew tired of the tongue and cheek banter we so gruffly provided? If escape is an option should we as a group seek him out in the slums further.. Where.. did he say? The southeast side..? Us? That resonated harder than anything else for awhile.. "Us". Who was that? Tecuani grew unsettled at the thought of being watched and let out a belch that while settled his stomach, left his mind about the world around him, uneasy.
His thoughts soon fixated on their present: "what will happen if I choose not to snap these bars like twigs?" Tecauni thought on the bitter, like a piece of bark during the harshness of winter." Surly we could escape with minimal casualties.. tecuani was not a fan of being caged. Erractic, his thoughts leapt: staying would surely result in his execution, perhaps some of the others... Tecuani's thoughts settling on the burned guard and the witch-doctors assault. Chuckling again to himself, proving himself awake to his ... More-than overly talkative bunkmate. Ignoring Dral with a grunt for his own thoughts he slumped into his arms.
Thinking to himself brute strength got him into this, what will get him out, a silver tongue? perhaps however if they got out of the cell they should continue leads outside the confines of the city...
This pondering made Tecuani grow weary; the sunrise.. the unknown.. worse yet sobriety were creeping slowly upon the group and perhaps the latter just pertaining to Tecuani. *Thump. *Thump. His thoughts trailing with Dral's chattering of the witch-doctor, then the clanking of armor then footsteps.. *Thump.
Their lovely supervision was making it's way down the cell corridors.. *Thump This guard must be bored or just plain boring using his weapon as a primitive intimitation to the prisoners,Tecuani thought. Although from what he could tell from the chaotic sobs of their priestess, and other obsenties cursed at them, Tec was quite happy enough to ignore his captors. Unfortunately this go-around the guards seemed more keen on being noisy and over all unhelpful (Ha! A guard helpful to a prisoner, Tec chuckled to himself before he noticed his partner, yes Dral, felt as close to kin as Tec found himself behind bars with this wood-elf in his life but he would never let the simple elf know how much he actually enjoyed his chatter distracting him from his own morale turmoil.
He was a simple friend to Tecuani, most likely unaware to the fact even. Dral just wanted food, the sad elf. Tecuani could relate, between his lack of ale consumption since his incarceration and overall lack of any solid substance left him feeling a little light and irratible. That shit-licker just smacked his friend with his pathetic twig. If it would have been a half a day ago Tecuani would have simple pried the bars a part and shoved the twig up the guards arse and maybe broke a hand/finger or two for his companion he found himself fond of all of a sudden. It was no matter though he felt defeated, then the spunky Elf did something Tecuani couldn't help but respect:"...you big skeleton". He wasn't too creative but Tecuani was no judge in creativity he found his chipper attitude slightly uplifting and let out an earnest chuckle before he knew it, they both were laughing in amusement of Deal's observation of the lack of meat on this man's bones.
Tecuani didn't rest much the remainder of the early morning, taking up most the cell himself he couldn't help but notice Dral's uneasy night but kept silent as he still felt no offer or way to concern himself, but Tec made note of the familiar eiriness that came with Dral's uneasiness in trance. Tecuani fell back into his arms in ponderment that rolled through him like an avalanche during the cold season, like back home in his forest on the edge of the mountains.
He was a very, enthusiastic elf from the forest. Tecuani could not help but absorb some of the incessant rambling of the wood-elf. The elf was new to the city and fairly good shot in a "in a pinch" situation but the elf had a gift to let his words connect like a never-ending shanty his fellow barbarian in the next cell may have sung. Their likeness soon bored the drooling drow and he soon fell back to thinking about the present. However he could not help but feel content with his cell at the moment with the sudden similarities not only between him and his d cellmate but him and his group. They were a rag-tag band of grunts, but they had that in common, and their misfortune.
Tecuani would escape back into his thoughts by "pretending to pass out" from his obvious sobering. Tecuani could only hope but to resolve this changing of seasons in his mind. He killed a guard in rage, while remorseful, his skill at executing-- "Ha!" He chuckled to himself. Tecuani wasn't well educated but he saw the value in a salty pun no matter the cattle-crap cavalcades he seemed to stumble quite well into.
He thought about the leading hours to his chaotic surrender... Running around in circles is a logical excuse for a drunk drow, murderer or not he soon resolved. What of this thug that tried to poke light at the situation? Tec was quite uninterested in his help then. However an extra blade might come in handy.. Where was he leading his fellow memebers when he grew tired of the tongue and cheek banter we so gruffly provided? If escape is an option should we as a group seek him out in the slums further.. Where.. did he say? The southeast side..? Us? That resonated harder than anything else for awhile.. "Us". Who was that? Tecuani grew unsettled at the thought of being watched and let out a belch that while settled his stomach, left his mind about the world around him, uneasy.
His thoughts soon fixated on their present: "what will happen if I choose not to snap these bars like twigs?" Tecauni thought on the bitter, like a piece of bark during the harshness of winter." Surly we could escape with minimal casualties.. tecuani was not a fan of being caged. Erractic, his thoughts leapt: staying would surely result in his execution, perhaps some of the others... Tecuani's thoughts settling on the burned guard and the witch-doctors assault. Chuckling again to himself, proving himself awake to his ... More-than overly talkative bunkmate. Ignoring Dral with a grunt for his own thoughts he slumped into his arms.
Thinking to himself brute strength got him into this, what will get him out, a silver tongue? perhaps however if they got out of the cell they should continue leads outside the confines of the city...
This pondering made Tecuani grow weary; the sunrise.. the unknown.. worse yet sobriety were creeping slowly upon the group and perhaps the latter just pertaining to Tecuani. *Thump. *Thump. His thoughts trailing with Dral's chattering of the witch-doctor, then the clanking of armor then footsteps.. *Thump.
Their lovely supervision was making it's way down the cell corridors.. *Thump This guard must be bored or just plain boring using his weapon as a primitive intimitation to the prisoners,Tecuani thought. Although from what he could tell from the chaotic sobs of their priestess, and other obsenties cursed at them, Tec was quite happy enough to ignore his captors. Unfortunately this go-around the guards seemed more keen on being noisy and over all unhelpful (Ha! A guard helpful to a prisoner, Tec chuckled to himself before he noticed his partner, yes Dral, felt as close to kin as Tec found himself behind bars with this wood-elf in his life but he would never let the simple elf know how much he actually enjoyed his chatter distracting him from his own morale turmoil.
He was a simple friend to Tecuani, most likely unaware to the fact even. Dral just wanted food, the sad elf. Tecuani could relate, between his lack of ale consumption since his incarceration and overall lack of any solid substance left him feeling a little light and irratible. That shit-licker just smacked his friend with his pathetic twig. If it would have been a half a day ago Tecuani would have simple pried the bars a part and shoved the twig up the guards arse and maybe broke a hand/finger or two for his companion he found himself fond of all of a sudden. It was no matter though he felt defeated, then the spunky Elf did something Tecuani couldn't help but respect:"...you big skeleton". He wasn't too creative but Tecuani was no judge in creativity he found his chipper attitude slightly uplifting and let out an earnest chuckle before he knew it, they both were laughing in amusement of Deal's observation of the lack of meat on this man's bones.
Tecuani didn't rest much the remainder of the early morning, taking up most the cell himself he couldn't help but notice Dral's uneasy night but kept silent as he still felt no offer or way to concern himself, but Tec made note of the familiar eiriness that came with Dral's uneasiness in trance. Tecuani fell back into his arms in ponderment that rolled through him like an avalanche during the cold season, like back home in his forest on the edge of the mountains.
