(A small note has been posted onto a tree near the workshop campfire)
Anyone one who still wants to know me can come to the jail and visit me... I'll also apologise for the damage aswell to anyone who was effected.
C.R
In the hole.
Edit: ((I've been banned so I have too just RP this on forum))
Prison Time
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Prison Time
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*The sun was setting on another peaceful day after his prolonged departure from the island and his spirits were high. He was back home with his wife and son where he belonged. The warm colors just before sun set reflected perfectly the condition of his soul as he started a leisurely stroll through his beloved city, Troll's Bane. He was not naive to the fact that many people, regardless of the governmental head, hated Troll's Bane. Whether it was the crime rate or the tyranny produced by whichever elected official was named governor someone was always displeased or jealous. At this hour, however, no one was present to say much of anything. In fact, he had walked from the east gate all the way to the workshop without meeting a single person.
The desolate condition of the city allowed his personal thoughts to permeate his conscious mind. Eli was now standing in the middle of the road just before the workshop like a petrified statue. The only movement came from his articles of clothing. The cold breeze swept over his enchanted cloak simultaneously with the setting of the sun and warm peaceful feeling captivating him moments before. It was replaced by a stabbing feeling on his heart for the first interviewee trying to become his new apprentice. How could he ever forget that look upon that poor fairy's face when he heard that he could not become a mage. That he did not possess the natural abilities to pursue his life long goals and ambitions. It was enough to make Eli sick to his stomach. Today's interview almost came to the same crashing reality when he found out his second interviewee would make a better warlock then mage. It astounded him to see her immediately dispatch the idea of becoming a warlock, showing no interest whatsoever. She was bound and determined to become a mage despite the natural obstacles and boundaries in her way.
With a firm shake of his head the present reality comes flooding forward bringing a cold shiver with it. Slapping his hands together and rubbing provides a temporary warmth for his chilling bones. His lips begin to chap and he can feel the redness burning on his cheeks. Instinctively, he grabs either side of his collar and pops it upward to provide more protection. His hair stiffens in the breeze as the temperature drops and without a doubt it is time for a fire. With hastened steps he strides toward the campfire, but just as his cloak begins to settle the site of a dead fire appears.
Just as he begins to turn away the flicker of a piece of parchment catches his eye. All it takes is a select few words spoken aloud and the piece of writing is in hand. The short letter is read in a flash and he makes steps back toward where he found it. Taking a nearby stone he places it on top of the note where others can see it then makes his path toward the jail. He did not know the initials but he was a guard and had the key. *
*The echo of footsteps may be heard as someone descends into the cell block. A tall human male appears dressed in a cloak unmistakably enchanted to look like the night sky moon included, half moon this evening. Atop his head is a periwinkle blue mage hat with a gold buckle on top it hangs low over his shadowy face. The dim light of the prison makes it difficult to make out any features but you can tell he has long hair as it flows with his movements. As he stops he calls out in a smooth calm voice, "Awake are we?"
The desolate condition of the city allowed his personal thoughts to permeate his conscious mind. Eli was now standing in the middle of the road just before the workshop like a petrified statue. The only movement came from his articles of clothing. The cold breeze swept over his enchanted cloak simultaneously with the setting of the sun and warm peaceful feeling captivating him moments before. It was replaced by a stabbing feeling on his heart for the first interviewee trying to become his new apprentice. How could he ever forget that look upon that poor fairy's face when he heard that he could not become a mage. That he did not possess the natural abilities to pursue his life long goals and ambitions. It was enough to make Eli sick to his stomach. Today's interview almost came to the same crashing reality when he found out his second interviewee would make a better warlock then mage. It astounded him to see her immediately dispatch the idea of becoming a warlock, showing no interest whatsoever. She was bound and determined to become a mage despite the natural obstacles and boundaries in her way.
With a firm shake of his head the present reality comes flooding forward bringing a cold shiver with it. Slapping his hands together and rubbing provides a temporary warmth for his chilling bones. His lips begin to chap and he can feel the redness burning on his cheeks. Instinctively, he grabs either side of his collar and pops it upward to provide more protection. His hair stiffens in the breeze as the temperature drops and without a doubt it is time for a fire. With hastened steps he strides toward the campfire, but just as his cloak begins to settle the site of a dead fire appears.
Just as he begins to turn away the flicker of a piece of parchment catches his eye. All it takes is a select few words spoken aloud and the piece of writing is in hand. The short letter is read in a flash and he makes steps back toward where he found it. Taking a nearby stone he places it on top of the note where others can see it then makes his path toward the jail. He did not know the initials but he was a guard and had the key. *
*The echo of footsteps may be heard as someone descends into the cell block. A tall human male appears dressed in a cloak unmistakably enchanted to look like the night sky moon included, half moon this evening. Atop his head is a periwinkle blue mage hat with a gold buckle on top it hangs low over his shadowy face. The dim light of the prison makes it difficult to make out any features but you can tell he has long hair as it flows with his movements. As he stops he calls out in a smooth calm voice, "Awake are we?"
*Looks up into the darkness as the man approaches... he grimaces thinking another guard has appeared to taunt him*
''Agh, now what are you here for... come to collect the blood fines I owe to the city again''
*Christopher Rigden's face is covered in dirt and scratches, he has only some torn trousers on and his bare body has numerous wounds upon it, he shivers due to the insufficient heat provided by the candle near his bedside*
''Agh, now what are you here for... come to collect the blood fines I owe to the city again''
*Christopher Rigden's face is covered in dirt and scratches, he has only some torn trousers on and his bare body has numerous wounds upon it, he shivers due to the insufficient heat provided by the candle near his bedside*
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*The words gad about for a moment making it difficult for Eli to understand them, but judging by the tone of voice whoever it was must be injured or waking up. Eli mutters two words under his breath in a foreign tongue then snaps his fingers igniting lambent tongues of flames on his fingertips that give him enough light to walk to the cell carefree. If you are looking through the window of the holding cell Eli's face is now revealed: a smoothly rounded chin leads to angular cheek bones covered in a five-o'clock shadow, immediately noticeable is the scarred tissue of aged burn marks covering the left side of his face, his nose is slender leading to thin lips that look chapped, and at first his eyes may look brown but as flames flicker they reveal them to be forest green.
It takes three strides to make it to the holding cell window the sound of his cloak swishing then falling still marks his arrival. Carefully he leans down to look inside the cell in order to avoid being shellacked by any objects the prison might have or a fist he keeps his head back. Then with a wave of his hand and another incantation the unlit torches on the wall spring to life dancing wildly. The sight he sees is enough to make him cringe and give a small hissing gasp. Quickly, without compliance from the prisoner he waves his hand yet again speaking aloud a mystical formula that is distinctly foreign. From out of no where swirls of green light surround the hurt man, on closer inspection they look like little fairies, and you should feel a tingling sensation. Any open wounds were now healed but as soon as the green swirls of light dissipate the pain resurfaces. A sorrowful sigh soon expels itself from Eli's lips followed by words in a conciliatory manner.
"How did this happen?"
*not fully catching the comment made by the young man he asks about the part he did make out.
"Who collected blood fines from you....?"
It takes three strides to make it to the holding cell window the sound of his cloak swishing then falling still marks his arrival. Carefully he leans down to look inside the cell in order to avoid being shellacked by any objects the prison might have or a fist he keeps his head back. Then with a wave of his hand and another incantation the unlit torches on the wall spring to life dancing wildly. The sight he sees is enough to make him cringe and give a small hissing gasp. Quickly, without compliance from the prisoner he waves his hand yet again speaking aloud a mystical formula that is distinctly foreign. From out of no where swirls of green light surround the hurt man, on closer inspection they look like little fairies, and you should feel a tingling sensation. Any open wounds were now healed but as soon as the green swirls of light dissipate the pain resurfaces. A sorrowful sigh soon expels itself from Eli's lips followed by words in a conciliatory manner.
"How did this happen?"
*not fully catching the comment made by the young man he asks about the part he did make out.
"Who collected blood fines from you....?"
*His eyes narrow as he looks up at the man's face, he relaxs as he realises the man is just a visitor*
''Damn guards, I'm just a farmer you see I can't pay the fines I owe''
*Moves slightly on his bed... he suddenly winces in pain and stops moving*
''I'll get my revenge though... somehow''
*the man moves back and lies down on the coarse sheets of his bed*
''Damn guards, I'm just a farmer you see I can't pay the fines I owe''
*Moves slightly on his bed... he suddenly winces in pain and stops moving*
''I'll get my revenge though... somehow''
*the man moves back and lies down on the coarse sheets of his bed*