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<blockquote data-quote="Jack Daniel" data-source="post: 3471433" data-attributes="member: 694">Room 1 - Hour 1 - Turn 2It is at this point that you all hear a door slam, somewhere in the hall outside your cell.&nbsp; The torchlight in the hall flickers and dances, and heavy footfalls echo off stone.&nbsp; Soon, a gangly-limbed and green-skinned monster appears at the cell door, escorting a bound and gagged human.The creature, most definitely an orc, shows off yellow fangs with his grin.&nbsp; &quot;All right, prisoners,&quot; he grunts, &quot;I'm wise ta yer tricks, so ye'd best all back away, or I'll bash ye good!&quot;&nbsp; To accentuate his point, he takes a cat-o'-nine-tails and snaps it at the bars.With deft and clever hands, he qickly slaps a key into the door, turns the lock, and shoves the human through cell door.&nbsp; Before any of you can even hope to react, the door is shut and locked again, and the orc strolls away, laughing and jingling his key-ring.The human prisoner, a scrawny fellow with long, sandy hair and blue eyes, looks up at you all pathetically.&nbsp; The gag and the ropes are too tight to struggle against, and he can do nothing more than lie on the filthy stone floor.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jack Daniel, post: 3471433, member: 694"] [b]Room 1 - Hour 1 - Turn 2[/b] It is at this point that you all hear a door slam, somewhere in the hall outside your cell. The torchlight in the hall flickers and dances, and heavy footfalls echo off stone. Soon, a gangly-limbed and green-skinned monster appears at the cell door, escorting a bound and gagged human. The creature, most definitely an orc, shows off yellow fangs with his grin. "All right, prisoners," he grunts, "I'm wise ta yer tricks, so ye'd best all back away, or I'll bash ye good!" To accentuate his point, he takes a cat-o'-nine-tails and snaps it at the bars. With deft and clever hands, he qickly slaps a key into the door, turns the lock, and shoves the human through cell door. Before any of you can even hope to react, the door is shut and locked again, and the orc strolls away, laughing and jingling his key-ring. The human prisoner, a scrawny fellow with long, sandy hair and blue eyes, looks up at you all pathetically. The gag and the ropes are too tight to struggle against, and he can do nothing more than lie on the filthy stone floor. [/QUOTE]

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