Freedom, or something like it: Session 2<< Back to Game Logs The slaves tried to take control of their situation as much as possible; cannibalizing the mul for additional food, then stripping his bones for weapons. Through the use of their abilities, they were able to desiccate his skin, making macabre pouches for the smaller bones. The cell was like an abattoir, but they were at least equipped and full. Over the course of the night, sudden banging, screaming, and other noises awoke them several times. Thankfully, this was their first night of this, but they knew that if they had to put up with it over the course of several nights, they'd get weaker with the lack of sleep, especially if they were not fed sufficiently. The morning came, and with it another group of guards policing the row of cells. From what they could see from their perspective, it seemed that the guards were removing the dead and badly hurt from the cells, as baser instincts weeded out the weaker, so that only the strong survived. When the guards came to the slaves' cell, they saw that the number was now down to three. The tiefling pointedly picked his teeth with one of the mul's bones, sparking a narrowing of the eyes from one of the guards as they proceeded on. After the passing of the guard, things quieted down for a bit- then they heard the sounds of someone being dragged down the hall. "This one," the voice said authoritatively. "Get it open." They saw soon enough that the guards referred to their cell, as they came to the bars. "Get to the back of the cell," one of the guards said to them, as they waited for compliance. The slaves did as asked, and one of the guards opened the door, leaving way for a new occupant to be thrown into the cell- a longtooth shifter. The cell door was quickly closed, leaving the slaves to their own devices in their space. The shifter put his back to the wall, his eyes sweeping the occupants of the cell. For their part, the other slaves sized him up also, and seemed to come to the conclusion that he was better as a cell mate than dinner. They had barely begun their introductions when they heard the familiar sounds of boots in the hall. But this time, it was accompanied by the opening of cell doors, and the sound of feet retreating down the corridor. "Make your way down the hall... orderly like. Someone will be there to make sure you don't lose your way." After a minute, another cell door was heard to open. "Make your way down the hall... orderly like. Someone will be there to make sure you don't lose your way." This continued, until they got to the slaves' cell. But as the door was opened, the slaves surged out, trying to overwhelm the guards. "This is our best chance... let's take it!" the half-elf said as he ferociously charged the closest guard. It was a hard fought battle, though the half-elf releasing the prisoners in the next cell and the last group of slaves returning to help in the break tilted it in the slaves' favor. That, and the overconfidence/fear of the main guard that delayed his call for help. The last guard was downed just as they heard the approach of more booted feet. "We have to get out of here," the tiefling said, already moving away from the guards. "That takes us where they were herding us," the half-giant said. "No choice for now," the half-elf replied. "We have to play this out now." Dragging along the corpse of the main guard, the slaves ran down the corridor, away from the approaching guards... Continued in Freedom: Session 3 >>
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