E.F/Palid
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{{Status|Equipment=''(Items):Ragged robes, lockpick(1) (Magic): none (Abilities): Agility-5 Courage-5 Endurance-5 Focus-5 Intelligence-5 Luck-5 Speechcraft-13 Strength-5(Location):Dungeons, GleamingGlen City (Time):8:00am (Xp):0/100''|Health=#90|MP=#100|Level=#1}} | {{Status|Equipment=''(Items):Ragged robes, lockpick(1) (Magic): none (Abilities): Agility-5 Courage-5 Endurance-5 Focus-5 Intelligence-5 Luck-5 Speechcraft-13 Strength-5(Location):Dungeons, GleamingGlen City (Time):8:00am (Xp):0/100''|Health=#90|MP=#100|Level=#1}} | ||
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Revision as of 20:58, 8 October 2012
"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling a down again. I thought he died a while ago. you think to yourself. Your stomach growls and you eye the bread hungrily.
E.F/Examine the bars next to you
| Status | ||
| Health | #90 | Equipment:
(Items):Ragged robes, lockpick(1) (Magic): none (Abilities): Agility-5 Courage-5 Endurance-5 Focus-5 Intelligence-5 Luck-5 Speechcraft-13 Strength-5(Location):Dungeons, GleamingGlen City (Time):8:00am (Xp):0/100 |
| MP | #100 | |
| Level | #1 | |
