[Tungro]

Skylar Dain

Skylar was disappointed at the man's first reply, which gave him nothing to work with, but lightened up when the man spoke, which drew a cocked eyebrow out of Skylar as he gazed down on the man who could practically appoint him to his desired position if his information was accurate. He inched closer to hear the man, as he was speaking sort of low and monotone. With as much patience as he could possibly contain Skylar listened to the speech of ups and downs, while all the while keeping an eye on the stairs from which he came.

In the middle of his rant the prisoner jumped up to the door and stared at Skylar, a quite unflinching Skylar at that. He was not at all intimidated by the man, who seemed to be somewhere around his own age, and an able bodied man at that. Staring right back at the man, Skylar flashed his eyes in a questioning manner, as if bidding the man continue. At the mention of another new name he sighed a bit, having been given another place to run around to.

Tarcel....Enamere.....spies. Skylar was thinking things through again, even as Elliot spoke, or rather screamed on, for by now he had lost his composure and was speaking wildly. Skylar was agitated with this and even though of reaching through and slapping the idiot. "Hold your tongue! You are in Hell, you're not dead yet, though if you're trying to become so I can surely oblige, now shut up. A day will soon come when you thank me for your release and it is the only thing I can think of for a reason not to strike you. Now....good day sir."

With that Skylar turned and head back towards the entrance he had come in. When he got to the top of the stairs Skylar opened the door slowly, quickly re-entering the local area and quietly, yet quickly closed the door behind him. Skylar glanced around hoping that no one saw him and began to walk towards the exit. Tarcel.... a halfling. His mind flashed back to the tavern he had been to earlier that day with his old friends, trying to remember a halfling. Though he couldn't remember a halfling he remembered an informative barmaid who might be some help.

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Cricket

An emanation of footsteps could be heard down the halls of the Gaol. Apparently, some fresh meat has recently arrived from the outside world. Who it was could not be seen. Why he was here was not known. Where he came from was not to be asked. What his name was could not be spoken. The reason being was because the man was unconscious--though that was not unusual, since prisoners are often knocked out to be brought to this place.

The cell that the guards were taking him was quite near the entrance, and light seemed to be the most prevalant in that area. The guards walked one cell down from where they came in, turned right, and continued walking until they reached the second cell door. It was quite a convenient spot, and the air wasn't exactly as stuffy as most cells turn out to be. The guards reached the gate, and one of them reached for his keys on his belt. The men were completely shadowed, and the only thing that could be deciphered was the relative shape of their body. They were rather large and bulky. Or more correctly, like bodies that have been on too many steroids. They opened the gate and slid the fresh body in into the cell.

The cell wasn't exacty a pleasant one. Algae grew near a crack where water leaked. Different assortments of writings and lines decorated the wall. Even a rat could be seen running in and out of a little hole. But, compared to most of the place, this seemed to be one of the better kept cells.

A man sat in the corner, tilting his head in curiosity as to who his new potential room-mate was going to be. "Good day to you," he said nodding his head and giving a salute to the guards. No response today. Jim, as he called himself, always had an array of hope that he would eventually be proven innocent by showing off his gentleman-like stature and kind words. It has been 5 years since he began hoping. The best results that came from it seemed to be either cold silence or some slandorous name-calling. It was unimaginable what response he got on a bad day.

Ironically, the body was somehow awaken as soon as the cell door was locked and closed with a loud knock of wood on stone. The man who layed there could hear footsteps emanate and walk away from where he lay.

Seeing that the guy on the ground seemed to shuffle around a bit, Jim decided to question it to see if he would get a response. Edward, the man laying on the floor, heard the man speak and ask him, "Serale there. Name's Jim. Watch'ya in for?"

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Edward Antonus

Edward awoken to a dank and unfriendly enviroment, and lifted his body up from to ground. He sat up, and rubbed his forehead, which was stringed with confusion. "Where am I?" Turning around to see the bars made Edward grimace. "A... jail? What... where..." He then was startled by the man who had called himself "Jim". Standing up, and dusting himself off, the young man looked a little dazed, and confused.

"What am I in for...? I... I have no idea. All I remember is... getting my portrait painted at the festival in Abestat... and the rest is all blurry. I don't remember... But... I don't understand... Why am I in here? Maybe I could remember sometime soon..." Edward sighed, and thought of what they could do to him. Edward did not remember why he was in here, but he had the sense in his self that he did no wrong. "Well... Jim... I hope I may be released soon... I believe I was falsely accused, despite my lack of memory on what happened that caused me to awaken here." Edward looked at the algae cultivated around a water hole, and made a face of mild disgust.

Seeing that there isn't much else to do, or think about, Edward turned to the man that lived in the cell before he came hence. "Well, I would like to ask, why are you here in this unwelcoming place?" Edward remembered about his horse left behind at the Bloomsbury, and also thought of his trip to Arkdun. I wonder what is going on... who placed me here?

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Cricket

Jim, who seemed to be sitting on a bench in the shadows, gave a rather enthusiastic,"Reeeaally?" His voice was gruff, and indicated he would probably be in his early 40s. It was almost raspy, but not quite.

"Hm. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. These supposed 'law enforcers' like to fill these rut-holes with both the likes of innocent and guilty." Silence temporarily fills the air, as if both of you were in some type of contemplation.

After the extremely brief intermission, Jim sighs and leans forward, revealing only a lower part of his body. "You know, they must have hit ya pretty hard for you not to remember why you're here." He gave a hearty sigh, as if he were to lay out some past experience. This wasn't the case, though.

He continues, "So....got a name? Or did you forget that too, hmm? I've met people who've forgotten their name before, so you wouldn't be the first one to do so. It seems a lot of people here get some sort of amnesia." He gave a slight laugh under his breath, as if to laugh at his own mental joke. "In fact, I'd say half of them get amnesia from the beatings they get in here. But, I'm babbling. Let's go back to the introductions again. And you are?"

It had seemed that he ignored you're last question. Whether it was intentional or not was inquirable.

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Edward Antonus

"A name... ? Yes, I do.. I am Edward Verius Antonus, but, of course, you may just call me Edward. I was hoping to have fun at the festival before I was to head to Arkdun. It is rumored that there are several opportunities in politics and learning in that recently rebuilt city, yet, I think it may not be the safest of them all." Edward decided to stop there, since he thought the cellmate would obivously not be interested in Arkdun.

Taking in a deep sigh, Edward thought Jim may have spent a long time in here, after hearing the raspy voice of the man. "So, you said many people both innocent and guilty were recently thrown in here? Sounds like the Prefect of this city might be supersitious of something. Maybe it was when the Arkdunis pulled into port here not too long ago. Maybe it is due to the rumors of pirates... Well, I only hope that I don't stay long... Perhaps, if I try hard enough, I can remember what exactly happened.." Edward tried to dig up his memory to find out what exactly happened. Everything to Edward was just confusing, and jumbled in a myriad of different things.

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Taul Pellares

ooc: I hate doing this sort of thing, but I think you may have accidentally skipped over my previous post...

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Cricket

In the shadows, you could tell that Jim tilted his head to his right a bit. Unfortunately, you can't see any signs of him beginning to speak, as his face is totally melded into the darkness. His voice came suddenly after another large sigh.

"Yes." A long pause came forth before another sound was emmited. "The person you are talking to now was innocent when he was thrown in here."

Jim placed his head back to its upright position, then turned it left. It seemed as if he was trying to give a new perspective on his looks, though he was failing quite utterly. Before he said anything else, Jim gave a rather large inhale, giving the notion he was about to make a long speech. Again, this was not the case.

"I know nothing about what has been happening in the current years. It's a shame. I did so like Abestat when...." His voice trails while his head visibly slumps forwards.

For yet another few seconds there is deathly silence, which becomes broken by rather haggard coughs and chokes from Jim. His hands were lifted up to his neck, as if something became caught in his throat. Jim's body started to shake quite a bit, as saliva and phlegm plopped on the ground around him. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped, and lowered his head once again in a rather limp position.

A voice, not at all like Jim's, came from the man that seemed to have a swift death and reviving. "Who....the hell...are you? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CELL!?"
Without waiting for your response, Jim, or the new soul that seemed to be in Jim's body, raised quickly and ran towards you out of the shadows. A face of anger jumped out of the darkness, as if it was a snake about to strike.

A dagger seemingly teleported into his hands, as he grabbed your shirt by sheer surprise. One hand holding you and one hand with a dagger near your throat, the man confidently downsized you with a demeaning question. "Do you want to guess what I do with scum that I don't know? Well, I'll tell you...I I bite all of their skin off until they die a merciless death!" The pallid face stared at you with blood-red eyes that seemed to be bull's-eyes. His fairly long brown hair that sloped down to his shoulders sprinkled around his face. His nose, centering is fairly young face, became crooked as he snarled menacingly. Something seemed wrong though, as he paused without doing anything for quite some time.

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Edward Antonus

Edward was shocked to hear that Jim was also thrown in the cell as an innocent man. Wha... That means trouble, does it not? Edward continued to listen until the man slumped over as if he were unconcious, and then turned into a whole different person.

"What is going on?" Edward said, but before he could be answered, the man tore into Edward, and immediately had a dagger at his neck. Who is this demon who hath came at me like this? Edward winced as the breath of the man who was formerly Jim beat down on his face. "Scum you don't know? But I thought I had just intr.. introduced meself to you, sir! And I didn't choose to be here! The guards placed me here! Please... don't kill me..." Edward knew if he fought back, he would probably be labeled as the aggressor of this brawl to the guards' point of views, but if he called out to the guards, maybe the monstrosity that had emerged from the corner of the cell may force his dagger into Edward's neck.

Edward felt helpless and did not know what to do at all. Oh no... I just hope I don't die... I have so much to live for... so much in my life I have to discover... so much about my past that I have yet to find out... Edward closed his eyes, and called out to Diana for protection against this foe. Diana, dear goddess and protector of Telath from those who dare defile it... please, guard me from this fiend who threatens my life...