A surly looking guard with blond hair and huge breasts that struggle beneath her armor of leather straps approaches Zell's cell. She is carrying a tray containing the following:
1 rough stoneware mug of water 1 small apple 1 stoneware bowl of salty oat gruel that has gone cold 1 hard-boiled (overcooked) egg 1 well-used, but clean, metal spoon A napkin of a linen so rough that it is more likely to scratch the shit out of your hands than wipe them.
She bends over with a grunt, sets the tray on the floor, and pushes it through a slot at the base of the barred wall.
Unwilling to season the prisoner's lunch with conversation, she turns to leave.
Cludig rouses from a cold stone corner of the cell. Her position suggests a haphazard toss in. Wide groggy eyes take in the four walls with growing horror.
"Oh crumbs," She begins to chant, "Oh crumbs,Oh crumbs,Oh crumbs,"
"How did we get here?! What happened to the Fireman?" She zeros in on the slightly familiar face of her co-prisioner as she uses her grubby hands to feel around the floor and walls. Definitely magiced, but how? and what enchantments? The magic in this place was so confusing to her. She jitters close to the blond again.
"Everything's magic'd, and they obviously mean to starve us with such horrible fare," gesturing towards the offered food with disdain. "oh except maybe this."
Picking up the gruel she sniffs it experimentally. Maybe if she added a pinch or two of spider legs...Reaching up into her rats nest of hair, she pulls out a small vial with tiny black sticks inside. Dashing the contents into the bowl seems to calm her enough to talk without her voice cracking.
"Don't say that too loud, but ya, thats what i was hinting..", shrugs Zell. "Not sure what all to do though. I figure maybe if we do something the guard has to deal with, maybe we can grab her?"
"W-what to you suggest? Uhm I've got-" Holding her improved gruel one handed, she digs around in her hair with the other, pulling out two pouches and a dead looking bug. "A gas-beetle and two pouches of..oh, hmm Sizzle-sand."
Cocking his head to the side, he asked what that would do, aside from add more protein to their questionable meal.
Welp. I'm a little lost. We have all the materials for a fire, but nothing to light, he thought to himself, before making a game of tossing the apple against the bars and catching it.
"Gas beetles are bitey when alive and flammable when dead. The sizzle powder makes little sparks," She looks uncertain and recoils some. "I-I might have more useful things closer to my scalp. H-hold on"
She proceeds to eat the gruel with one hand and comb through her dusty strands with difficulty.
Unfortunately juggling was never a strong point of Cludig's. The gruel begins to spill and in her effort to catch it, the beetle drops along with the open sizzle powder right onto her lap, igniting instantly.
What follows is horrendous screaming and flailing. It was rite #7 all over again, but with more burning....
The flames lick higher and begin to eat away her her tattered garments, her thick Hag hide is a bit harder to eat at, having years and years of water-log to contend with. Her hair begins to ignite near the dry ends.
She continues to howl and screech most horridly at a high grating level.
Four guards come tumbling down the stairs and into the jail corridor! Two are bearing buckets of water, which they heave into the cell through the bars. More or less without regard for where or onto whom.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Bellows the irate, jiggly blonde. The bucket bearers sprint back towards the stairs to get more water.
"What!? Really!?", he cries, throwing his arms up appalled that they immediately blame him.
He picks up the tray and throws it like a star at the lady guard. "Seriously!", he shouts, huffing. Mostly he was just venting his rage that he wasnt sure what to do for Cludig.
All her flailing makes for a bad target. The water puts out her head and neck but a mighty blaze is burning on her pants. The years of neglectful laundering make them very volatile. At least now her blackened hair and flame curdled bangs are doused in refreshing water.
"AhhAhhh! Oh Blagspit-hecklspot! My legs! Ah!" Her cursing gets clearer without a face full of fire. She tries to roll around in the water patches to quench her burning loins.
The flames are finally quashed, Cludig is soaked and sobbing in grateful relief. She feels like she could melt into the cool liquid and escape this horrible place full of fire and guards and blond men.
Oh wait she could totally do that. She leans into the puddle and sinks beneath the shallow surface, seemingly vanishing.
Now if she could just get to the patch that spreads under the bars, she was home free! Well provided they didn't call a mage or have a mop.
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Zell's path
1 rough stoneware mug of water
1 small apple
1 stoneware bowl of salty oat gruel that has gone cold
1 hard-boiled (overcooked) egg
1 well-used, but clean, metal spoon
A napkin of a linen so rough that it is more likely to scratch the shit out of your hands than wipe them.
She bends over with a grunt, sets the tray on the floor, and pushes it through a slot at the base of the barred wall.
Unwilling to season the prisoner's lunch with conversation, she turns to leave.
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Cludig rouses from a cold stone corner of the cell. Her position suggests a haphazard toss in. Wide groggy eyes take in the four walls with growing horror.
"Oh crumbs," She begins to chant, "Oh crumbs,Oh crumbs,Oh crumbs,"
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He leans in closer. "But we can probably make soooome kind of distraction with it. Maybe get a set of keys..", he whispers, shrugging.
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"Everything's magic'd, and they obviously mean to starve us with such horrible fare," gesturing towards the offered food with disdain. "oh except maybe this."
Picking up the gruel she sniffs it experimentally. Maybe if she added a pinch or two of spider legs...Reaching up into her rats nest of hair, she pulls out a small vial with tiny black sticks inside. Dashing the contents into the bowl seems to calm her enough to talk without her voice cracking.
"Maybe if we, uh, over-power a guard?"
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Welp. I'm a little lost. We have all the materials for a fire, but nothing to light, he thought to himself, before making a game of tossing the apple against the bars and catching it.
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She proceeds to eat the gruel with one hand and comb through her dusty strands with difficulty.
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She seems like she really tries, but i'm not sure her heads on right..
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What follows is horrendous screaming and flailing. It was rite #7 all over again, but with more burning....
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HELL! How do you even put her out!? She's all full of bog juice and whatever else! Using the tray, he starts trying to fan down the flames.
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She continues to howl and screech most horridly at a high grating level.
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Why did i have to drink the water!? Dammit me!, he scolds.
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"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Bellows the irate, jiggly blonde. The bucket bearers sprint back towards the stairs to get more water.
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He picks up the tray and throws it like a star at the lady guard. "Seriously!", he shouts, huffing. Mostly he was just venting his rage that he wasnt sure what to do for Cludig.
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"AhhAhhh! Oh Blagspit-hecklspot! My legs! Ah!" Her cursing gets clearer without a face full of fire. She tries to roll around in the water patches to quench her burning loins.
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The blonde trades angry glares with Zell, unimpressed with his makeshift throwing star and more convinced of his dangerousness every moment.
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Oh wait she could totally do that. She leans into the puddle and sinks beneath the shallow surface, seemingly vanishing.
Now if she could just get to the patch that spreads under the bars, she was home free! Well provided they didn't call a mage or have a mop.