Sep 10, 2022 6:29 pm
Flashback, Sarona
The cool breeze of the autumn air kissed the cheeks of Sarona as she paced back and forth outside of the largest longhouse in the village. The sun had yet broken through the grey cloud-filled sky and the hunting party should've been back by now. It may or may not have been her custom to worry, but her brother was a part of the hunt. Her father, the shaman of the Knuganks, also displayed increased signs of concern as well with his intense mutterings to the spirits. Then suddenly the sound of thundering hooves, the booming and popping of weapons unknown, and the shouting of a tongue unfamiliar to their ears encroached upon them with an almost unnatural speed. With panic, the elders, children and women of the village began to scatter as the invaders broke through the tree line taking all that they wished, unchecked. Murdering, pillaging, and taking, the pale-skinned invaders were ruthless! Sarona, concerned for a moment about her father's safety made haste to reach him on the other side of the longhouse when a sudden hard and sharp object struck her in the back of the head. As she fell to the ground her eyes cut towards the rear of the house where she saw her father, face down, dead. Then, the blackness came. . .
Flashback, Naagdhar
The scent of the day's big meal being cooked permeated the area around the cooking pit. It takes a while to prepare a delicious meal for a village and on that day Naagdhar's food was to satisfy the hunting party, which should've already been back to the village with fresh kills. Well, at least that wasn't his concern anymore, he knew his role well in the village and none doubted his expertise with meal preparation. In the distance he saw Sarona, strangely pacing in front of her longhouse and being only 40 yards from the cooking pit he could see most of all the happenings in the village from there. This of course did little to aid in what happened next. In the midst of his meal preparations the sudden thundering sound grew engulfing and the pale-skinned invaders took the village by storm! Naagdhar was caught up in the midst of a panic! Women and children rushing about screaming; longhouses, tents, teepees, and stockpiles being pillaged and set on fire! And even worst, the elders being slaughtered. Naagdhar grabbed a spear and leapt to the rescue of a woman and her daughter nearby as he bravely fended off one of the invaders. However, his struggle was soon met with an overwhelming force and with a hard strike to the forehead from one of their pow sticks, he fell. . .into the dark.
Flashback, Igasho
He found it! Wounded and lying on its side, Igasho had again successfully tracked down a deer. He was indeed a key accessory to any of the Knugank's hunting parties. The shot had only been loosed minutes before Igasho found it, and they all knew, speed was key. He stayed with the deer and gave it an honorable death as accustomed to the hunters. However, in his excitement of finding such a large kill he knew he had run far from the hunters to track it. So after dealing with the deer's death he stood and gave his whistling call. A whistle that mimicked that of the wild birds in the region. A whistle that he expected to get a response from. . .he got nothing. Unarmed, except for his hatchet, Igasho grew a little anxious and so left the deer to backtrack towards his hunting party. He wondered had he left them in such a hurry that they didn't know which directions he darted through the thickness of the woodlands. On his way back her heard a few twigs break, and turning a large net was thrown over him and he was subdued quicker than any prey he had ever hunted! On the ground and entangled in a mess of rope and net Igasho peered through the netting and saw a pale-skinned man that smiled a broken tooth smile. Then, with what resembled a club, he was struck upon the head at the moment he was to let out a scream of warning. Pain, searing pain. . .then he was out. . .the hunter had become the hunted.
Presently
As each of you groggily come to consciousness the rocking of the wooden beast is something foreign to your senses. One that puts you on the verge of heaving up whatever is left in your stomach. You may begin wondering how long its been, but one thing is certain, you're hungry.
A few hanging candles provide light to the dim, dank space as each of you find yourselves in particular predicaments.
Igasho is in a small 4x4 iron bar cage up against one end of the room and in the corner. A locked small iron door leads to and from his tight quarters. Naagdhar is flat on his butt, arms manacled behind himself and attached to a large wooden column that seems to run up the large rocking wooden beast. His mouth is cleave gagged tightly with a bit of cloth. He is in what could be considered the center of the room. Sarona finds herself in a similar 4x4 iron cage cell like Igasho, although her cage is on the same end of the room, she is in the opposite corner.
It is difficult to make out much about the room given the dim light, but there appear to be a few other empty cages, wooden boxes, and various burlap-like sacks.
The cool breeze of the autumn air kissed the cheeks of Sarona as she paced back and forth outside of the largest longhouse in the village. The sun had yet broken through the grey cloud-filled sky and the hunting party should've been back by now. It may or may not have been her custom to worry, but her brother was a part of the hunt. Her father, the shaman of the Knuganks, also displayed increased signs of concern as well with his intense mutterings to the spirits. Then suddenly the sound of thundering hooves, the booming and popping of weapons unknown, and the shouting of a tongue unfamiliar to their ears encroached upon them with an almost unnatural speed. With panic, the elders, children and women of the village began to scatter as the invaders broke through the tree line taking all that they wished, unchecked. Murdering, pillaging, and taking, the pale-skinned invaders were ruthless! Sarona, concerned for a moment about her father's safety made haste to reach him on the other side of the longhouse when a sudden hard and sharp object struck her in the back of the head. As she fell to the ground her eyes cut towards the rear of the house where she saw her father, face down, dead. Then, the blackness came. . .
Flashback, Naagdhar
The scent of the day's big meal being cooked permeated the area around the cooking pit. It takes a while to prepare a delicious meal for a village and on that day Naagdhar's food was to satisfy the hunting party, which should've already been back to the village with fresh kills. Well, at least that wasn't his concern anymore, he knew his role well in the village and none doubted his expertise with meal preparation. In the distance he saw Sarona, strangely pacing in front of her longhouse and being only 40 yards from the cooking pit he could see most of all the happenings in the village from there. This of course did little to aid in what happened next. In the midst of his meal preparations the sudden thundering sound grew engulfing and the pale-skinned invaders took the village by storm! Naagdhar was caught up in the midst of a panic! Women and children rushing about screaming; longhouses, tents, teepees, and stockpiles being pillaged and set on fire! And even worst, the elders being slaughtered. Naagdhar grabbed a spear and leapt to the rescue of a woman and her daughter nearby as he bravely fended off one of the invaders. However, his struggle was soon met with an overwhelming force and with a hard strike to the forehead from one of their pow sticks, he fell. . .into the dark.
Flashback, Igasho
He found it! Wounded and lying on its side, Igasho had again successfully tracked down a deer. He was indeed a key accessory to any of the Knugank's hunting parties. The shot had only been loosed minutes before Igasho found it, and they all knew, speed was key. He stayed with the deer and gave it an honorable death as accustomed to the hunters. However, in his excitement of finding such a large kill he knew he had run far from the hunters to track it. So after dealing with the deer's death he stood and gave his whistling call. A whistle that mimicked that of the wild birds in the region. A whistle that he expected to get a response from. . .he got nothing. Unarmed, except for his hatchet, Igasho grew a little anxious and so left the deer to backtrack towards his hunting party. He wondered had he left them in such a hurry that they didn't know which directions he darted through the thickness of the woodlands. On his way back her heard a few twigs break, and turning a large net was thrown over him and he was subdued quicker than any prey he had ever hunted! On the ground and entangled in a mess of rope and net Igasho peered through the netting and saw a pale-skinned man that smiled a broken tooth smile. Then, with what resembled a club, he was struck upon the head at the moment he was to let out a scream of warning. Pain, searing pain. . .then he was out. . .the hunter had become the hunted.
Presently
As each of you groggily come to consciousness the rocking of the wooden beast is something foreign to your senses. One that puts you on the verge of heaving up whatever is left in your stomach. You may begin wondering how long its been, but one thing is certain, you're hungry.
A few hanging candles provide light to the dim, dank space as each of you find yourselves in particular predicaments.
Igasho is in a small 4x4 iron bar cage up against one end of the room and in the corner. A locked small iron door leads to and from his tight quarters. Naagdhar is flat on his butt, arms manacled behind himself and attached to a large wooden column that seems to run up the large rocking wooden beast. His mouth is cleave gagged tightly with a bit of cloth. He is in what could be considered the center of the room. Sarona finds herself in a similar 4x4 iron cage cell like Igasho, although her cage is on the same end of the room, she is in the opposite corner.
It is difficult to make out much about the room given the dim light, but there appear to be a few other empty cages, wooden boxes, and various burlap-like sacks.
OOC:
What would everyone like to do in this dire situation?
