Deadly Conflicts (Play Thread)

[MellyBunni]

[The meat has a taste of Lamb meat, but it has a horrific aftertaste due to it being rotten. The meat was pretty much meat left out in the open for what seems to be 2 weeks, leftovers from what the other slaves didn't eat. There is no hint of poison in the meat as thought.]

Down the hallway you can hear a clapping of leather boots getting louder as it approaches the cell. A bloodcurling scream can be heard in the hallway, getting louder and clearer. After a few minutes of listening to the screams, you can see a hallowed figure of a person, as well as another person. Upon moving into the torch light, you can see the person, one of the Vashar that runs the Slave pits dragging what appears to be a Gnomish man, by ropes attached with hooks in the man's chest. The party recognizes this preticular Vashar, his face warped and over half his skin over his jaw missing, a rather large hole upon his forehead that extends about an inch deep, his left hand that is holding the ropes is ended with sharp claws, his body covered in nearly countless scars and scabs. This rather large 6'10" musclebond human (or for what you could call him human, more correct would be monster) is called 'Sylick the Unrelenting' by the other Vasharan, and Master Sylick by the slaves.

Angered a bit, but more in a thrill of excitement, he picked up the ropes from which he was dragging the Gnome with two hands, then in a complete circle spin, slammed the Gnome's head into the stone wall, killing him instantly. Cackling insanely, he then turned towards the cell, smiling with his absolutely grim appearance at the party.

"Heh, he was fresh and decided to act up, so I was asked to take care of him. So how do ya like the meat? It's aged and rotten, just like you like it, heh heh heh. You'll be sent to the arena later in the day, the monsters and spectators are getting bored with the foolish worn slaves, so we decided to send in our betters. Hopefully your fate won't be one like your friend over there by the wall."

And with that, Sylick cackled and walked back down the hallway, tracing his claw along the walls to leave a streak against the hard stone.  

[MellyBunni]

"Enough with yer gibbering, foolish meat, git on yer feet and get yer arses ta the arena before ye get the stabbings again!"

In front of the cage stands another Vashar, one that the party also recognizes. His name is Gorgrim, quite an obese fellow holding a Heavy Trident that is a of a blood red color, the tip still dripping with blood. The man was grossly overweight, probably because of gourging himself in food on a constant basis. His body was cover, as Sylick's was, with scabs and scars, probably self-inflicted by his own nature. Unlocking the door, he pointed the Trident at the party and motioned down the hallway.

"Time is a wastin', gitter move on!"