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<blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7486929" data-attributes="member: 6799460"><p><strong>Rolin: Elsewhere</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Meanwhile... elsewhere...</strong></p><p></p><p>The ragged work crews rarely caught a glimpse of one another, deviously segregated to ensure that none of the prisoners could really be sure of their total numbers. All knew however, that there were more. A handful of workers wasn’t enough. Not with three known mines in operation.</p><p></p><p>One of the prisoners had been stationed at Mine Two this week. Him and four others, grunting and chipping away, tossing precious raw gems into buckets whilst under the watchful eye of vertically challenged foreign scum.</p><p></p><p>In the middle of the night, a low and gurgling roar had awakened them. Sounds of steel upon steel for a brief moment. Then the door to the hut had flown open.</p><p></p><p>He was tall, the one who entered. A man broad of shoulder beneath a layer of white furs. Well, mostly white. Splashes of red were scattered up his chest and across a firm and sweaty rectangular face. He stepped heavily into the shelter.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000FF">“We leave,”</span> he said commandingly, reaching into a pouch for a key and unshackling the first of the poor dirty bastards within. A silver-eyed man met his eyes as he worked, before the slave’s gaze shifted leftwards. Movement. Out through the door.</p><p></p><p>Rolin’s senses snapped alert at once. Be this a dream or not, a chill set upon him. A cold shiver through his spine and up through every hair upon his limbs. Freedom. Dread. Fear. Vengeance. Emotions confronted him upon all sides. He opened his mouth to issue a warning, but it was too late.</p><p></p><p>A twang as a bolt was fired. A groan of pain as the rescuer turned, revealing the shaft of the missile poking out from the small of his back. But still the stranger charged. Out the door, straight at a Korrud who’d dropped his crossbow to the snow-covered ground and was reaching for a hammer.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: #0000FF">“Run!” </span></strong></p><p></p><p>And run Rolin did. He was fueled by instinct alone in that moment. From the corner of his eye he saw more coming, small dark shapes of Korrud on rapid-approach. </p><p></p><p>He ran like the old days when the law was at his back, hot pursuit down Rowtil’s narrow city streets. Or darting from a crime scene with a pack laden with spoils. He felt alive, dashing through the snow to the east, then climbing northwards and circling back west. Yes, he hadn’t forgotten the old ways. Doubling back. Leaving confusing trails for pursuers. Going the ways nobody would expect.</p><p></p><p>Somewhere to the west he stopped to rest and catch a breath. It was cold, so cold out here. How long would he last with little more than the old furs upon his skin? There was something even colder within though. Guilt. Morag, Yas, Verdit, Aleshia… he’d left them all to die. He might never know the outcome of Mine Two’s fate, but at least, he for one, was alive. </p><p></p><p>One of five.</p><p></p><p>[ooc] Rolin, please make a Stealth (1d20+7) and Perception check (1d20+2) as part of your reply.[/ooc]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="97mg, post: 7486929, member: 6799460"] [b]Rolin: Elsewhere[/b] [B]Meanwhile... elsewhere...[/B] The ragged work crews rarely caught a glimpse of one another, deviously segregated to ensure that none of the prisoners could really be sure of their total numbers. All knew however, that there were more. A handful of workers wasn’t enough. Not with three known mines in operation. One of the prisoners had been stationed at Mine Two this week. Him and four others, grunting and chipping away, tossing precious raw gems into buckets whilst under the watchful eye of vertically challenged foreign scum. In the middle of the night, a low and gurgling roar had awakened them. Sounds of steel upon steel for a brief moment. Then the door to the hut had flown open. He was tall, the one who entered. A man broad of shoulder beneath a layer of white furs. Well, mostly white. Splashes of red were scattered up his chest and across a firm and sweaty rectangular face. He stepped heavily into the shelter. [COLOR=#0000FF]“We leave,”[/COLOR] he said commandingly, reaching into a pouch for a key and unshackling the first of the poor dirty bastards within. A silver-eyed man met his eyes as he worked, before the slave’s gaze shifted leftwards. Movement. Out through the door. Rolin’s senses snapped alert at once. Be this a dream or not, a chill set upon him. A cold shiver through his spine and up through every hair upon his limbs. Freedom. Dread. Fear. Vengeance. Emotions confronted him upon all sides. He opened his mouth to issue a warning, but it was too late. A twang as a bolt was fired. A groan of pain as the rescuer turned, revealing the shaft of the missile poking out from the small of his back. But still the stranger charged. Out the door, straight at a Korrud who’d dropped his crossbow to the snow-covered ground and was reaching for a hammer. [B][COLOR=#0000FF]“Run!” [/COLOR][/B] And run Rolin did. He was fueled by instinct alone in that moment. From the corner of his eye he saw more coming, small dark shapes of Korrud on rapid-approach. He ran like the old days when the law was at his back, hot pursuit down Rowtil’s narrow city streets. Or darting from a crime scene with a pack laden with spoils. He felt alive, dashing through the snow to the east, then climbing northwards and circling back west. Yes, he hadn’t forgotten the old ways. Doubling back. Leaving confusing trails for pursuers. Going the ways nobody would expect. Somewhere to the west he stopped to rest and catch a breath. It was cold, so cold out here. How long would he last with little more than the old furs upon his skin? There was something even colder within though. Guilt. Morag, Yas, Verdit, Aleshia… he’d left them all to die. He might never know the outcome of Mine Two’s fate, but at least, he for one, was alive. One of five. [ooc] Rolin, please make a Stealth (1d20+7) and Perception check (1d20+2) as part of your reply.[/ooc] [/QUOTE]
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