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[Thrax]

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The sound of clanging metal prompted Dharzhal to wake up. He looked across the large room and saw a short, hooded, figure standing on the other side of the cell door raking a metal plate back and forth along its slender iron bars. As he arose from his sleeping roll, he noted the dim light that filtered into the room from outside. A bit early for breakfast, he thought, but, as it was, he was hungry and the thought of hot food was enticing. He went to the door... and knew immediately that this was not the usual lady who brought him food every day.

"You look tired, father. Are you well?" the woman asked him in a low whisper.

The purple eyes hidden beneath the cowl of the robe identified the female as drow; the voice identified her as his daughter, Nizzre Velve. She knelt and began to slowly and carefully dip a generous amount of wheat germ gruel into the plate from a small pot that lay on the floor at her feet. Occasionally, a guard, seated with arms folded at a table nearby, looked up at them as they talked quietly, but he did not seem alarmed.

Dharzhal spoke to her in their ancestral language. "What in the name of Lloth are you doing here?!!"

"Feeding you, father," she replied. "Are you not hungry?"

"Nevermind that! What are you doing here?!"

"I came to help you escape, what else? It can be easily done. I have our escape route all planned out."

Dharzhal sighed. He knelt down. At her level now, he paused, waiting for her eyes to meet his. They did. "I do not wish to escape... do you hear me? I am here by my own choosing."

Nizzre let the ladle drop into the pot. "So mother has told me, but it is madness! You must get out of here! They will kill you father, or worse!" she asserted. "I will not let that happen!"

Her voice rising prompted Dharzhal to put a finger to his lips. He shook his head. "I will not go with you. Get out of here before they catch you," he warned.

The guard rose up in his chair. A scowl crossed his face. "Hey! You two... quiet! Get him the food and be on your way, woman, or you'll be joining him in there!"

Nizzre reached into the folds of her robe with her right hand. Dharzhal caught the glimpse of an assassin's spike. It gleamed with a purple-white light and a greenish substance coated its surface. He shook his head. "Put that away daughter! No more killing for me! I forbid it! I will stand trial from my crimes and be done with it. Stop this madness of yours!"

She slowly placed the spike back into her robe and scooted the plate of food underneath the bars to him. "You are the one who is mad. Why are you doing this? Lloth is not pleased with it."

Dharzhal took the food and stood up. Nizzre grabbed the handle of the pot and did likewise.

"I owe Lloth my life... a life debt... for saving me upon my return from the Underdark, when in the clutches of the lich lords who had captured me. It does not mean I profess blind subservience to her or her ways. My heart is still my own and will always be."

"Your heart is still the goddess Concordia's!" She spat the name out like a curse.

The guard got up out of his chair, placing a hand on the hilt of his katana. "I told you two to shut up! I guess even with those elvish ears you still don't hear so good!" he said to Dharzhal, walking over to them.

Dharzhal's gaze went to him and then to his daughter. He saw murder in her eyes. His own pleaded merciful restraint. She bowed to him once and turned to leave. The guard watched her go and then his attention returned to his prisoner. He frowned. "You know her or something?"

Dharzhal shook his head. "No," he solemnly replied... then as he turned to walk away... "not anymore," he muttered.

[Walter]

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The jailor sits quietly at his desk sipping his morning coffee when Walter walks through the door.

"Shogun Walter" the jailor states as he rises and salutes Walter.

"At ease, let me see the visitor logs for the day." Walter walks over to the cell and looks in at the prisoner not saying anything.

"Here are the visitor logs, sir. Is there anything else you need?"

Walter shakes his head, "Just make sure he stays as comfortable as possible, give him a good warm meal of his choice tonight, and more writing materials for him."

Walter quickly reads over the short log book, nothing spikes his interest in anyway, but quickly memorizes a few names before handing the book back to the jailor

The jailor salutes Walter again as he leaves the Nujelm Jail. Walter has plans for the man, but they can wait until after his trial, all in good time.
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[20:28] Inkari: walter=chuck norris

"What do you mean I can't sell castle deeds I create on Ebay?" - GM Darwin circa 1999

[Thrax]

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A guard yelled Dharzhal's name and he went to the door of his cell. "What is it?" he asked, wrapping the fingers of his hands around the cold iron bars.

The guard, who was standing beside a desk, came closer. "You have a choice of food tonight compliments of Shogun Walter. What is your preference?" The guard's tone was one of dissatisfaction with his orders.

"What I have been receiving is fine, but you might include a few fresh vegetables and some honey. I would not be adverse to a bit of wine, if that is permitted?"

The guard nodded, started to turn away, then turned back. "Oh, you might like to know that the lady who brings your food is going to be all right. She claims she was knocked unconscious by someone yesterday morning and tied up. We know someone came here posing as her. I doubt you will volunteer information as to whom it was?"

Dharzhal was relieved to hear that the woman wasn't killed. "Yes, it was my daughter, but she will not be back."

"Aye, we'll see to that," the guard replied. "I thought you told me you didn't know who she was... but I guess you drow are all alike... liars born and bred, eh?" The remark was more of an accusation than a question.

"I told you the truth... I thought I did not know her anymore," he said, and then, considering that she had spared the serving lady, "Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe there is hope for her after all."

The guard shook his head and sat down. "You'll get that meal tonight, and more writing materials if you need them."

Dharzhal nodded. "Thank you. Tell the Shogun thank you for me." He went back to his bedroll and lay down.