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Regarding your spoiler:
Also, Black Lagoon has my favorite line from anime: "Amen, Hallelujah, Peanut Butter."


It was his sixth day in the prison, and he was the last one. All his comrades were gone, dragged to the interrogation room one by one. They never came back. Kareth cursed the day he ever met Krenshaw. It was that bastard's idea to become bandits, and his idea to go after the treasury shipment. He was shit at finding jobs, he was a shit commander and a shit leader. He should have left the Raiders months ago.

Kareth sighed and released his anger. It did not do well to besmirch the names of the dead. He remembered the words his adoptive father taught him: “All men are equal in death: Learn what you can from their choices, then move on.” Krenshaw was killed almost a fortnight ago during his arrest, and Kareth learned of his fate from Jekel and the rest. Jekel disappeared into the torture chamber four days ago. He was the only one Kareth really liked in the Touchstone Raiders.

He had spent his entire stay in the dungeons watching and waiting for an opportunity. The warden, a grizzled old man, had him beaten and whipped simply because he didn't like the way Kareth looked. Kareth's lips curled slightly at the memory. The warden had good instincts to try to break him before he tried something, but it wasn't nearly enough to dissuade him from an attempt. Perhaps the warden found the effort pointless, knowing Kareth's ultimate fate. They took his shirt then too.

Sure enough, his silent vigil was rewarded. During the shift-change, a half-elf girl picked the lock to the prison. He watched as she slinked back to her seat, nonchalantly. Smart girl, letting others go first. He reached into his breeches and pulled out the small bone shiv he had hidden there. He didn't know the details of where it came from, but Jekel had given it to him the day he was taken away. It was the worst possible weapon he ever held, but it was a weapon. Stab a man in the right spot, the neck for example, and it would kill.

An elf stood and asked for help with his restraints. Kareth recognized him as the one plagued by night terrors and that magical book. He didn't need to know details to realize that he was trouble, but he remembered another saying of his father's: “The enemy of my enemy is a problem for later. For now they might be useful.” He approached the elf, his manacles clinking. The moment was soon, and he wanted as many allies as he could muster. He used his shiv to saw away at the hempen bindings, then returned to his seat; though he seemed calm in all this, he was coiled like a cat or a spring.

The moment came disjointedly and without the action he expected. The elf opened the door and blasted the first guard with a spell of considerable power. A minotaur burst through a cell wall, vowing to help. Some... beast tore through the iron door to a solitary confinement cell and began to tear open the remaining cells. Kareth was on his feet now, somewhat surprised by diversity of prisoners thinking along the same lines as he. Freedom must truly be one of the archetypical concepts of the world. A young man seized the blades and keys off the slain guard, fought off another and began opening the cells the beast hadn't yet pried open. Kareth quickly approached him and got his shackles released. He decided to keep the shackles for the moment. They could be used either as a makeshift flail or as a garrote, both better than just his shiv. He decided to stick close to the minotaur and the beast. Their muscle would be invaluable in the tight confines of the prison corridors: the prison guards could easily block up the corridors with bodies, and great strength would be needed to push through them... or to create an alternate exit.
Cool!

Is anyone else still around? I was certain this thread was dying, but now I'm not sure? Can we get a sound-off?
Anime Time!



These are just some of my favorite anime. I love Attack on titan, but then again, who doesn't? Also, Samurai Champloo is AMAZING. It's on Netflix, so you now have no excuse to not watch it... unless of course you don't have Netflix.

EDIT: Cool! My youtube links work!
Hey Banba. You caught my interest.
Character Name: Kareth of Lendria
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
Warrior:Kareth has been trained from childhood to fight, and is considerably experienced in combat. He is knowledgeable in the use of most weapons, but is most comfortable with Lendrian weapons: Longswords, shortswords, kite shields, lances and spears. He is quite fit and accustomed to manual labor and physical exertion.

Straightforward: Kareth has little patience for the mincing of words, and prefers to dive into the hearts of matters. He dislikes flattery and dishonesty, and will prefer to be honest in all his dealings.

All is fair...: Kareth has learned that in War, nothing is against the rules. Ambush is but a well-proven strategy, poison is just a means to level an uneven playing field, striking a foe while he is down ensures he will never strike you again.

Background: The Kingdom of Lendria is a small Meritocratic-Monarchy City-State that has survived for two main reasons. The first is the assistance of a powerful sorcerer known simply as 'The Wizard.' The second reason lies in the people of Lendria, who are hardy and patriotic. Lendria is beset regularly by the much larger Ceranian Monarchy, and its people are quick to defend their home. Anyone can become a knight through valorous or faithful service in the army. Kareth is one such person.
Kareth was orphaned at a young age by a Ceranian raid, and was taken in by a Lendrian Knight, who raised him in the arts of War. He joined the ranks of the Lendrian Army at 16 and rose through the Ranks to settle at Kinght-Captain. After spending almost two decades at war with Cerania, peace was declared. Kareth knew no other profession other than war, and so became a mercenary, drifting from place to place, fighting for the highest bidder, and making a name for himself. During this time, he earned the nickname “The Crimson Serpent” due to his cunning tactics and ferocity in combat, and because he still wore the crest of Lendria: a red Basilisk. He still wears the crest of Lendria because he is still loyal to his homeland, and if Lendria was threatened by Cerania or any other foe, he would quit his wandering mercenary days and return at a moment's notice.
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Reason for Detainment: Kareth has been charged with Banditry and Murder of Royal Guards. The details are that his mercenary company were having trouble finding steady work, and turned to banditry to survive. They attacked a caravan belonging to the Royal Treasury and went their separate ways, but were hunted and either killed or captured for their theft. As far as he knows, or cares, the rest of his comrades are dead.
All distilled water is potable, but not all potable water is distilled. The point I'm trying to make is its easier to make potable water than it is to make distilled water.

Distilled water, lacking minerals, is gross.

EDIT: Facts! and More Facts!
I'm interested. Also, Hey SyrianHamster.
Ray doesn't know what's going on. For all he knows you've all been captured and are being slowly tortured by 'that Fennel bastard.' Well, except for someone who escaped and is shooting off cannons for some reason, probably Luro. Because he doesn't need to have a reason to do things.
I probably will eventually, but it would take time; a settlement with the water purification would be able to make it in a lot less time than with a makeshift still, and potable water is much more important to survival than distilled, so it'll end up being a low priority.
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