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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 5077764" data-attributes="member: 4936">Beneath his ill-fitting blindfold, the deva blinked as he came to. As people often do in that circumstance, he reached for his name, as a rock to hold onto as he regained his memory of where he was and how he'd come to be there. Where most people would find a single name, perhaps with a few titles appended, he found an avalanche; a flood. Each of them described not who he was, but who he'd been. These days, he remembered, he just went by a declaration of his purpose. It was simpler, and far more useful for everyone concerned. He was the Scholar.Orcs, he thought, listening to the fracas around him. And those other sounds aren't skeletons. Interesting. Slowly, carefully, he moved a little...trying his utmost not to attract attention in his current bound and helpless state. Even so, his blindfold was getting loose enough that he could scrape it along the ground and try to get his eyes uncovered...As he did that, he also worked his wrists and ankles to test the bonds there and see if there was a chance of freeing them anytime soon.That's when he realized the door was opening...(Desc: A male deva, thin and tall and somehow bookish looking, with light blue skin crisscrossed with darker blue markings. He's clad in simple clothes, with no armor or weapon evident. His hands and feet are bound, and he's blindfolded and gagged. Also, he's pretty clearly trying to get free of his bonds.)</blockquote>

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