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Morwen felt the days of ache ease a little as the chains dropped from her arms, a fog lifted from her mind - one she didn't even realise had settled at first. She stretched her body, following a short warm up routine drummed into her from years of dance as a young girl.

Once she was done the aches were still there, the hunger and grime but she felt new energy inside. Tentatively she flexed her hands and prepared her mind, reaching for one of the most basic spells. A small ball of light blossomed from her palm and floated up to rest above her, illuminating the cell a little better than the torch had. It was a bitter sweet success, the spell had worked...but it showed her just how vile the cell she had lived in was. She had to get out.

Morwen strode after the muscled fighter as he left the cell and headed for the desk.

"How did you escape?" She asked, more interested in checking he wasn't part of the wizard's plan than hearing the actual story.

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Morwen eyed the tall youth that entered her cage. Human, cautious and trying to help....but the Wizard's techniques weren't above attempts to disarm, this could be another technique to extract information from her. Whatever the situation it was better to be facing it out of chains. She moved around to give the human access to to keyhole on her chains and smiled up at him.

"Fine, fine...I often visit this spa." Her throat was dry and voice horse but she still managed the sarcasm with a smile. "Thank you" She added, not wanting him to think her ungrateful.

Up close she could see the concentration in the human's eye, he seemed very aware of his surroundings and his muscles...well, if there was ever a fighter's body this human had it. If her spells didn't return after leaving the cell at least they would still have a good chance of fighting their way out.

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The straw she sat on was dirty but more comfortable than the cold stone alternative. Morwen counted the days by the regular visits by her goblin jailor, pushing the sloppy gruel through the cage's bars. Again the food was disgusting yet when the alternative was the constant ache of hunger even the gruel won out.

Morwen spent her days remembering spells and enchantments her father taught her, the years of training still there - buried beneath the years of what she had been through since. Not that it made a difference what spells she could remember, somehow every spell she attempted failed else the jailor wouldn't have survived pushing this gruel on her.

She heard the familiar sounds of the rounds beginning, the slam of doors as the goblin began his rounds, moving through between the cages. He was getting closer and, despite her revulsion at the thought of the gruel, her stomach growled in empty anticipation. Something was different today, she heard the grunts of speech as the goblin paused next door and then, after a pause, the muffled sounds of movement and the slap of flesh on stone made their way through the walls. Morwen was blind to this new activity but her mind ran wild with the possibilities, holding onto the hope that the prisoner had won.

After a few of Morwen's longest minutes in the cell she heard footsteps in the corridor, saw a torch held higher than the goblin could manage. She stood and called out hesitantly.

"Hello?"

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Name: Morwen Laergulel

Race: Moon elf (Teu-tel-quessir)

Age: 132

Class: Rogue/Sorcerer

Physical Description: In her natural state Morwen seems to glow, almost like her race's namesake, with her icy blue skin and white hair. To counter this she uses face paint to darken her face and covers every other inch of skin with her dark leathers, the thick material doubling up as armour. She stands at just under six foot, slim as a standard but big for an elf. She carries with her a large knapsack which she is very protective about.

Mental Description/Personality/quite a bit of backstory xD: Morwen's father was a professor of the arcane and taught a great many elves the art. Morwen is capable and learns well but rebelled against the expectations of her father in her youth, choosing to leave the family home to travel with a theater troupe. She made herself useful casting spells for the troupe and acting in a few plays, eventually finding the group's true nature as thieves. Instead of following her first instinct and reporting the group Morwen found herself assisting the group at times and growing her own set of skills in picking locks and pockets. Her newfound stealth was her saviour when, after returning from a heist, the city guard had set upon the group. Morwen managed to slip away in the confusion - this wake up call has changed her attitude, she recognises how easy it is to fall in step with unlawful groups but has begun hunting down more dangerous groups.

Overall she holds some aspects of her past close to heart but will open up about most details of her life. She tries to see beyond what a person is doing right now or how they act into the motivations behind those actions.