“Alright you backwoods troll lovers, line it up!” Shouted a virulent, stout figure draped in dingy studded leather armor.
In unison the prisoners groaned. The men and women came in all different races, shapes, and sizes. But they all looked about the same. Dirty, down trodden and worn out. Their feet were wrapped in torn rags, if anything at all. Their breeches were ragged and torn. Their shirts, a dingy white stained with blood, sweat, and the stench of their last owner. They all looked the same. They had bags under their eyes, scowls across their faces, and a certain hesitation in their step. Yet, they were all so very different.
From their seats on makeshift benches, rickety chairs, from their ramshackle domiciles and drafty tents the populous of the prisoner’s encampment congregated into a number of haphazard rows and columns. To say unease enshrouded them all would be an understatement. They shambled about in place, fidgeting with a cornucopia of emotions. As always tensions were running high.
Before the group were six heavily armed guards. Full plate armor encased them in a protective exoskeleton of iron. Capes of royal color, sporting the emblem of the King rolled off their shoulders. The swords on their hip were only secondary to the crossbows held in their hands. The city guards were standing behind the encampments usual faces, with a couple of caged wagons at their backs. Surrounding the gathering of prisoners would have been an impossible feat if they were looking for an effective countermeasure. However, their presence alone was enough to ensure obedience beyond the norm.
“But my mother was a troll!” One brave man shouted, the crowd’s childish laughter trailing in its wake.
“Alright funny guy, you’ll be the first.” The stout warden scoffed.
Before the imprisoned comedian could even move, the crowd behind him had already formed a wall behind him. They pushed him forward as one of the encampment guards, quite distinguishable from those behind him approached. The black substance that enveloped his hand was blatantly obvious against his pale flesh. With one quick thrust the guard left a black hand print on the jester’s chest, the very force dropping the victim to his knee.
“Now then, who’s next?”
In a heavily populated trading hub there is little to fear beyond the back alley thieves and common pick pockets. By order of the King the city’s guard vigilantly patrols the city streets day and night. For the most part, people live a happy life with little inconvenience or interference except for the King’s strict laws. For this luxury; however, the King demands one simple tithe and he takes it from those who break his laws. At the deliverance of the Black Hand, the receiving convict despite his crime must willingly forfeit his life never to be heard from again. It is a forfeiture that has been going on for decades, despite the general disgust held by the people for such radical measures of punishment.
In the streets, families weep as they reach out for their kin crying back to them with desperation. Even the guards, who are sworn to protect them within the city’s walls, take on a new duty as they head north from the trading hub.
Most visitors understand very little. Fewer still care to inquire. However, on this particular ‘morrow, a few select prisoners will be so bold as to no longer stand for this action. They will chose to take it upon themselves for one reason or another to interrupt their own lives and the duties they have to friends, family, or self and find honor and respect as the saviors of these helpless people imprisoned for one crime or another.
These individuals alone will take on the Black Hand of Death.
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Allow me to apologize in advanced for the formality but it is kind of my style. This is an interest check for a thread that I have determined to be appropriately named, “The Black Hand of Death”. My intention for this thread is to be in the advanced section following the minimum requirement as described by the guidelines of the community. This thread will take place in a fantasy setting with minimal inclusion of magic. Furthermore, there will be few restrictions placed on race, weaponry, and other things typically seen in the genre of medieval fantasy. However, because I cannot possible account for every possible situation in which may bend the boundaries of what I have in mind I will not further list those guidelines but instead account for those possibilities as I come across them. I may ask a participant to act as a co-GM if necessary.
I am looking for three to four players to participate in this thread. However, this is not to say that you should not apply for a position. With the high turnover rate of participants in these threads, I will be looking for players to put on hold in case the inevitable happens. Any comments, questions or concerns are welcome and appreciated. I will of course use those inquiries to better flesh out the Out of Character thread if enough interest is shown. Please do not expect any answers in the interest check.
Ideally, I will intend for the Out of Character thread to be up and running by the evening of Monday November 11, 2013. The thread will commence as soon as the required participants are gathered.