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Yes!! I figured it out!!
I wish I knew how to make that my signature...but alas I'm drunk.......pirate hehe
Holy bleep that is so accurate


This is me drunk and test test drunk test
The sight of the opening into the sand dunes was something to behold. Dalious laughed hysterically as they reached the exit.

"Ha!" Dalious exclaimed. "I'm the greatest pirate that's ever lived. Ha! I escaped those bastards on my ship trying to capture my reward, I escaped the red witch with amazing breasts...and now I've escaped these God forsaken demon folks and their prison of eternity! I'm the best! I'm the man, seven hells I'm amazing. ... where's Cicero!?"

He sunk himself into the sand and started kissing the sand until his realization of his last comment. How were they not already here? Did they get trapped again? It didn't matter, he was free! He was....

"F*ck, Cicero's still in there."

Then one of the slaves asked him the next plan and whether they would go to the docks of Roh to sail away..."Sounds enticing,"he spoke with a defeated sigh. "You lot go there, find a ship and lie in wait. I will return and we'll sail away together in freedom! Wait for my return...but...I must go back in...my friends might need me." He nodded to them and huffed heavily. "If any of you care to join me, let us begin ". Dalious began to go back, as he did not have many people in his years he considered friends...Cicero and Gwyn were certainly amongst them.
Dalious looked down the hallways as the slaves headed south, while he and Fyr lingered a bit longer. Both hallways were slghtly illuminated by the glowing mushrooms sprouted around.

"This is not the time to warm ourselves by a fire mate," he said. There was also nothing around to start a fire that he could recognize. "I promise, when we are out of here and all is done with, I will personally make a fire for you so you can warm those muscles of yours. Hell I'll even sing you a lullaby to ease the moment. For now, forward we must go!"

Dalious gave him a tap on his large shoulder and pressed on.


Dalious


The guard looked terrified, as he pointed toward the east. "Just kill him" one of the former slaves yelled behind Dalious. "Yea, he's trying to trick us!"said another.

Dalious only hesitated briefly, then gripped his spear tightly and jammed it as hard as he could through the guards chest. The look on the dying guard's face stamped its image into Dalious's mind. The rest of the former slaves cheered the pirate as the guard's body fell limp to the floor. Dalious instantly felt regret, for the guard had surrendered.

The mob of them continued cheering as the company continued southward, knowing that if they didn't find the armory they could always come back and head east. But Dalious felt sick to his stomach and he didn't understand why. He had killed dozens of people before...but this one was the only one who surrendered first. It made him sick. He slowly followed the mob, dragging Manzur's blood stained spear across the sand as he went.
There's an official rp guild discord!!??


The slaves started putting on a bloodied leather gambeson to the pirate, without his consent which he gagged over a few times. He winced in discomfort but let it slide.

Then, just as the slaves got rowdy and started moving, Fyr asked him if he was ready for something.

"I was born ready, mate." the pirate responded. "I mean yea I work out and I'm in my prime so good observation. I've....wait...what are you getting at!?"

"Sure!"

Dalious observed as Fyr destroyed one of the two guards. He rose his spear toward the other to make him yield, pausing any of the slaves that may have tried to kill him.

"Stop!" Dalious shouted to the mob. "Leave this one alive, so long as he answers my questions. We will break a finger for every answer that displeases. Where is the armory, where our belongings are? In fact, lead us there if you know, otherwise, Fyr is breaking a thumb. Secondly, tell us where the rest of yous are or you lose two thumbs."


Dalious and Fyr made it to the slaves. There were so many voices going off at once about what to do next, it seemed the pair interrupted the current debate going on. Dalious, being a former ship crew captain, felt it was his turn to speak and bring the group together under one unity. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was startled by the booming voice of Fyr beating him to it. Immediately Dalious knew this meant something a little more to the man, much as his crew meant to him before...except for when they all betrayed him but that was another story.

Fyr spoke strong and true, saying they were to shove shovels through the enemies stomachs. The crowd cheered with yeas and woos, and Dalious nodded in approval as the speech went on. Then he spoke of turning the slavers into mushrooms by killing them or something and Dalious rose an eyebrow. "uhhh yea!! Mushrooms you sons of b!+@#&$!! And not the edible kind, bastards!!".
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