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Angran Angran swayed with the ship, moving only when he had to or from the pull of the shackles. He found it best to save all the energy he could. Things looked grim, and he couldn't be sure when he would be afforded the chance to get away. Angran was just a young elf biding his time. Through the delirium of the journey, Angran was able to close his eyes and block everything out, or perhaps it faded away because he was too tired and too hungry to hear it, and liken the long, boring journey to the countless others he had taken. Half memory, half dream, it was always shocked away as soon as he heard a chain rattle, or the doors open, or felt a dirty fingernail brush against his own, or the smell... Angran shuddered as the ship started to clash against the waves and the storm grew. He would watch closely as the master would fetch slaves as tools, inspiring their work with the necessity of survival. The storm was only getting worse and worse... Until things went dead, and the curiosity of it all was getting to him more than anything. Never had such a moment seemed so long before a terrible noise screeched out and the boat sounded as if it were jolted and began to grind apart. By surprise, the boat was ripped apart and Angran was thrown. His lanky form and slouched brace thrw him right against the boat itself. Hard. By the time he realized what happened, he is laying on his stomach and feels cold enough to die. His sides hurt too much to stand up and his arms hurt too much to pull himself in a crawl. His eyes, soaked and blurry, can barely make out his surroundings before he is able to wipe them over with his trembling hands, still chained. He immediately shoots a look to the shackles to examine them, to try to figure out what to do. Each movement right now has to be deliberate. Toughness vs 31 : 15 (Success) Strength vs 31 : 00 (5 DoF - 2 Wounds after TB) pre:Name: Angran Thelesian Race: Elf Career: 1d100 64 Scribe Height : 1d10 6: 6'0" Weight: 1d100 85: 150 Hair, Eyes: 2#1d10 4 9: Yellow, Purple Marks: 1d100 88: Huge Nose Origins: 4#1d100 47 69 44 42 Siblings: 1 Star Sign: The Piper (Sign of the Trickster) Age: 70 Birthplace: Altdorf (Changed) WS BS S T Ag Int WP Fel 31 36 31 31 41 41 31 31 A W SB TB M Mag IP FP 1 10 3 3 5 0 0 2 Skills: Common Knowledge (Elves) Int Speak Language (Eltharin) Int Speak Language (Reikspiel) Int Academic Knowledge (Magic) Int Common Knowledge (the Empire) Int Perception Int Read/Write Int Secret Language (Guild Tongue) Int Speak Language (Breton) Int Speak Language (Classical) Int Speak Language (Tilean) Int Trade (Calligrapher) Ag Talents: Aethyric Attunement +10% Channelling and Magical Sense Savvy +5% Intelligence Excellent Vision +10% on Perception tests that involve Sight / Lip Reading Night Vision see up to 30 yards in natural darkness Linguistics +10% on Read/Write and Speak Language opulent fountain fucked around with this message at 21:20 on Feb 28, 2014 |
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Angran Seeing others tug and pull and rip at their chains, Angran decides it best to not waste the energy. He looks around the room at anyone moving and hears some calling out once the room starts to settle. "Alive," he says with a gesture for attention to the as-of-yet unclear person who asked, and then he takes note of the elf picking her way to freedom. A human is breaking himself free, an elf is picking her lock, another humans is trying his damndest to pull his chains out, and Angran is about to push himself into a quiet shadow. "Alive, and in debt to anyone that can get me free," he says, trailing off while making a spectacle of his shackles and what it might look like to pop them off with his hands, just in case anyone was watching. In the mean time, he clumsily examines his lock and looks around for a way to break them himself, barely even expecting to find something. Perception test : 74 (Fail)
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Angran Hardly useful in this situation, he mostly just watches. There's others to break out that could do more, and there's people that know more about boat crashes and the seas than he. What he DOES do is look around and study everyone, trying to figure out exactly what kind of people he is kept up with. Not the people Angran would expect to be a group of prisoners and slaves. Maybe there's a bond in something as simple as that, though. He then muses himself with thoughts of useful magic for this situation, as if it mattered at all. He continues to pull on his chains and study the room, just to keep his presence known. Today could not be the day he died.
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Angran Angran takes in the situation and is patient. It doesn't seem like there's a whole lot to do for himself in the way of picking the lock or pulling the chain free. Others seem to have it differently, though, so he might as well try to be useful. Despite Angran having a hard time focusing on anything that could be used to pick the lock, he can give a good try at pulling the chain again. It's not like it's going to get stronger. Strength test: 10 (Fail for a Very Hard) "We might be able to just break mine as well... I'm not sure," he speaks out, his voice in unison with the clattering chains while his hands make quite the commotion.
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Angran Angran almost falls backwards as the wood breaks. It's hard to admit, but Angran does feel better knowing that he owes the favor to another elf. He exhales, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Any time, name it." After making his mind up about that, it's barely a surprise to himself when he makes no hesitation to follow this elf. Initially he almost trips over his own chains, but... hell, why not? Angran snatches up the broken wood he's dragging and tries to find the best way to make it dangerous in his hands. Instead of feeling bad about following the elf out and leaving the others still chained, he tells himself he's making an effort to help find the keys. He climbs out the exit right behind Mathuviel. Sorry, I was out of town all weekend.
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Angran As Angran followed behind Mathuviel into the wind, he could feel the pressure of the sand rubbing along where he was bare. The air was filled with a spraying cold and a rough bite that Angran hadn't expected after spending so long in the murky cell of a ship. Even still, all he could think was how nice it felt to be outside. And then, half shielding his eyes, he looked out past the elf in front of him to see Erik engaging with Growt. With both the elf and dwarf moving closer, he readied himself for the worst and followed behind. Moving towards Growt pre:WS BS S T Ag 31 36 31 31 41 A W M FP 1 7/10 5 2/2
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Angran He feels a little late to the fight. Keys. Mathuviel mentioned keys. Finally getting close enough to look the disgusting slaver up and down, Angran tries to sight the keys. With two others holding Growt down and another attempting to pummel him, Angran goes for it with one hand trying to cover his own nose. I'd like to try to snatch the keys on his belt if I can see them in the action. If I can't, Angran sees the second fastest way to obtain the keys as knocking him out. Angran would attempt to hit Growt squarely with his makeshift "weapon". pre:WS BS S T Ag 31 36 31 31 41 A W M FP 1 7/10 5 2/2
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Angran "I don't think to leave him is any good," Angran says, pointing towards Growt with one hand while the other covers his own mouth. The left-effects of a dry heave are heard in Angran's voice. "Can't trust him. But I've no say in it eitherway." Angran knows it's not really his choice, so far proving effectively useless in almost all respects. He might as well keep on with what he has going for him and being of use where he can. He knows Mathuviel will head back to free the others and he would like to be there too, just in case he is needed. Everything else is under control. He goes bounding back to the ship, enjoying his new-found freedom.
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Angran After being helped to the hold by Mathuviel, Angran takes the keys from her hands and starts moving towards the prisoners. "Yeah, yeah, finally we can get them out." Rattling the keys with each step, he bends down first around Otto and begins to unlock the chains. "No worries. Not leaving you with the rats," he says, mostly a joke since the idea of the drowning rats hadn't occured to him. "Looks like we all get away, today!" Angran, sounding almost happy with everything going better than expected, continues on to Ilsa. "Growt is getting acquainted with the prison life, that smelly, awful, disgusting... He's down outside. We should get there. Aaaandddd, how are we feeling? Everyone can move? Fight and climb and hunt, too, I hope." Angran makes almost sarcastic use of his limbs in the air. He then treads back to the entrance of the hull and peers out just in time to see Mathuviel flopping all over Kragg. Really, no response comes to mind and he makes a mental shrug. "Watch your step as we leave," he remarks drly, knowing Otto and Ilsa wouldn't get it. He casually watches Mathuviel take her shirt off, then put it back on, and then scale the side. He then tries to look back out to Growt and his new keeper. Cool bunch. He turns back around. "Anything worth keeping here?" opulent fountain fucked around with this message at 20:19 on Apr 10, 2014 |
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