Arpher is clearly struggling and the rush of the battle begins to fade away. He reaches down to asses his wounds as they continue to bleed. Standing over the Quaggoth who had once worn his scarf he notices a few vials in his pocket but cannot access them with out flipping him over. Arpher grabs...
While most of this is happening around him Arpher is vigorously rifling through all the clothing and nooks and crannies he can find. He’s looking for something specific it appears. He doesn’t let the others know because he’s somewhat embarrassed, like a child that has come of age still carrying...
As Arpher sees Riven approach the cell with him and the rest of the slaves. He clears his thoat..
“Well fought my friend and thank you for coming to our rescue Nobel hero! Your tactics although gruesome were rather..... effective. If you wouldn’t mind?” Arpher turns his back and shakes his...
As the fray breaks out in the prison Arpher scanned the room and found less able bodied prisoners and still bound at the wrists and ankles managed to crawl over to then and attempted to calm them down.
“Fear not my friends this is just the beginning of our journey together. I will not be able...
Arpher hears a click of the cell door as it begins to open. He looks over at his wincing friend and extends his sympathy.
“Do not fear the unknown for it is an opportunity to persevere and gain knowledge and experience. We shall walk out and face what ever comes next together.”
Still bound and...
Arpher begins to open his eyes yet again. Still unaware as how the poison was administered he regains his words and opens his mouth. At first nothing comes out and he looks over across the cell to see his still what seem to be polymorphed cell mate and says.
"oh good, you're still here? Any...
Arpher continues to regain his bearings as he scans himself up and down taking an inventory of his injuries. He discovers an injection site. “How long did it take you to turn into that? I understand why they would take you but me I come from nothing I have no wealth or status. Also, what have...
Trying to focus his vision Arphrer tries to rub his eyes and quickly realizes his hands are bound. A sense of panic rushes over him... suddenly he remembers his practice and finds calmness in the moment.
He opens his mouth and he struggles to make words come out he clears his dry throat and is...