Locked in a Cage...

As the group of nobles who were examining you return to the party upstairs the room is left with nothing but the muffled sounds of the ballroom music. You realize there are about ten others in individual cages around the room, you are all within earshot of each other and there are no guards posted in the room. ** If you want to do any introductions to each other or any in character talking to develop the party dynamics before the first session feel free to do it here ** There sits a young man barely 18 in a cage near you. He is dressed in Imperial clothing that would sit below armor. He introduced himself earlier to you as Fin, "I wonder what there keeping us locked up down here for... do you think they are cannibals or maybe a cult or something?" 

Arcturus: "Fin we are more likely to be sold as slaves. The Nobles will buy the cute ones or ones that they have a personal grudge against to work as servants in their homes or satisfy darker desires. The rest will be sent off to the mines. I'd worry more about escape while we can." he sighs. "Everyone, I'm Arcturus of the House of Cres anyone that wishes to come with me may, those that have resigned themselves to a life of slavery, stay out of our way. Once we escape we can split ways, but after I escape I have two immediate objectives, get my family ring back and kill Magnus Depar. Who's with me?" he says with a smirk.

Thôm: "Talking is wasting time. I'm going to get out of here before they come back. No cage can hold me for long."

"You sound sure of yourself, but getting out of the cage isn't the difficult part. Getting out of this place is, but I agree it is time for action."

Helix, a horned, grey skinned, teifling with jet black, short hair takes a seat with legs crossed on the floor of his cage, whispering a prayer while rubbing a small tattoo of three wavy lines on his right clavicle. "Boys, I think these cages might need a bit more finesse to open up. With luck a guard should be coming in to check on us at some point. I'm sure I could... persuade him to let me out and maybe you all as well if you seem trustworthy enough. That would really piss off these asshole nobles."

Ezlin: She rolls her eyes and sighs then starts to check the cage for weak spots and investigates the lock to see if she can pick it some how. 

Doc looks at Elzin and says, " why don't we just take out the pins in the hinges?"

Yells your all done when my father hears of this

A black haired half elf with slightly pointy ears and olive skin hangs by one hand at the top of the cage, just having finished doing show-off style pullups. He releases and falls to the floor of his cage before propping his crossed feet up against a cage bar in a relaxed position.  "Arcturus is it? What is that? Greek? No? Stuffy? A lil. Do I count as one of the "cute ones," because if I dont I'm going to be very upset. I mean these abs don't just happen. Plus, slavery can have its perks. Ever heard of a body slave? Fin how about you? Nice little frame on you and you could just be someone's dainty warm body. Nice name by the way. Mines just the slightly longer version. Finnick. But its not about the length of things right m'lady?"(looking in Ezlin's direction). 

Ezlin looks up from fiddling with the lock and gives a *what the fuck did you just say* look to Finnick and says "Nows not really the time to be talking about the lengths of your personals and leave the kid alone he's scared enough as is, also jugging by your showing off you don't have much to offer in the name department." She then looks over to Doc and say "We might be able to get them loose but I will mess with them to see."  Also heres a discerption of her. Dark salmon called skin tiefling with shortish horns and short brown hair and black eyes. She has tattoos on her arms, neck, tail, and dots under one of her eye. 

"I was just... talking about  your... horns...."  Finnick takes the cue and rests with his arms behind his head, softly whistling a peppy tune. 

"As long as you can do it quietly and Fin may be scared, but he was my squire and he will be fine given time. It is just the first time we have ever been on disadvantaged side of a situation." Arcturus informs the people in the cage. "Up until The Battle of Hawk Canyon my company was undefeated with the highest success rate in the Iron Legion and the lowest number of casualties. After the battle I was stripped of my rank and titles and sent here. Along with Doc and Fin whom defended me." he sighs. "Ezlin what can I do to help? I'll admit I am not very good with locks, but I am good at planing and tactics. Also, if you need heavy lifting I could also assist with that." he tells her. Basic description of Arcturus' looks. Blonde hair, green eyes and fairy attractive, early 20's, and very regal and honest look about him. About 5'9 and looks as though he has seen a fairly easy upbringing, but does look like he has been put through extensive combat training.

Helix sighs, shakes his head and continues his routine of meditation in his seated position.

( I suppose i should describe thom too lol. Thom stands extremely tall, a head or two over most people, and has muscles on his muscles, hes built like a brick shit house. He very defined, looks as if he is carved from stone. Thom's entire body is covered in old scars and battle wounds, with a wicked scar that runs from behind his right ear to the corner of his mouth. He has long messy blond hair he ties into a badly done pony tail, and deep blue eyes. His skin is a deep tan from spending many days in the sun. He is fairly young, mid 20's, but carries himself as if hes been in a 100 wars, and won everyone one single handily) As Thôm hears Arcturus mention The Battle of Hawk Cannon, he becomes extremely disheveled, and throws himself against the bars in Arcturus' direction. The bars creek under his massive weight and force at which he throws himself. " What do you know of Hawk's Canyon? Tell me everything you know about it, before I snap these puny bars, and come over and find out for myself. I am Thôm, of the Band of the Hawk." He Bellows loudly towards Arcturus' cage

"If you COULD have snapped the bars you would have done so already. I was at Hawk Canyon. I was one of Mangus' commanders until I told him it was foolish to charge the enemy without proper battle tactics first. I knew they had set a trap and I didn't want to order my men to charge into a death trap." Arcturus looks at Thom. "I recognize you. You were one of the Hawk commanders. We've fought many times before. You are a talented commander and solider. If you want to take your revenge for your Band I can understand, but for now why don't we work against our mutual enemy? I'm sure you want Magnus' head as well. Guess where we are? There are only a handful of places they would have sent us to by ship and the Island of Depar is the most likely place. Magnus is here and he is the General of the Iron Legion and the one that led the men that killed your comrades."

"Revenge means nothing to me. I don't care to avenge those who will never hear of it. My only goal is to give the people that took my home, and forced MY brothers and sisters into slavery, the same courtesy they showed us. I will burn down their castles and salt all their lands, and any who stand in my way, including those that help, or have helped The Empire." Thom backs off the bars, they groan under his weight. "For now i will not remove your head from your shoulders, until i get my tools back, and find a way from this perfumed hell hole."

"So a truce until we get out of here then? You can try to kill me at once we get out of here if you would like." Arcturus smirks and starts looking at the cell door for weaknesses.

" I swear no words of loyalty to the likes of you, a pawn of the empire. If you help me find my tools, I will promise that my rage will directed towards our mutual enemy...... for now." 

"Well this is nice 'innit? Everyone getting along. One big group hug."

"Cheery indeed. It's always interesting to see who Avandra throws together. I think this will end up being an amusing night."