Revenge Game Thread Part 3
The chained man felt something extraordinary overcome him. He jerked his head toward the source, stemming from the tpk tpk gnome pointing at him. After the last guy pointed at him, he presumed it didn't mean he would die this time. He felt his body stretch and fill the space, but once his wrists pressed against the manacles, his body failed to break free. It was a nice try though; guess it was time to get back to it the old-fashioned way.
Croak pulled forward on his arms, pulling taught against the chains for another rally and getting free. Then, like curtains closing on the play, the sounds of battle drew swiftly to an end.
Oh. It's done.
More importantly, none of them were dead...at least in this room. He could smell more death in the corridor. How long, how far did they fight to get here? How many of them made it?
He watched the garbed woman, a warrior, compose herself, then passed his eyes over the rest of them. A vicious bohemian with a feral companion, a healer with a brave heart and brown robes, and the gnome that spoke in strange tongues. Croak had the fuzziest memory of their descriptions from back at the Inn. It was never like the real deal.
"Stay calm, you are safe."
Croak hadn't expected such a friendly face beneath the cloth. As though he didn't believe her, he gave the room another thorough sweep. Yep. Everyone that was supposed to be down was down.
"Here, drink this and then we get you out of these chains."
Croak could already smell it wasn't booze. But he was thirsty nonetheless. He thought he was at least. He certainly should have been. Scraping his chin against his shoulder pulled the long brown scarf down from around his mouth, revealing a short beard with curls as thick as the afro at the back of his head. He took some of the proffered water, then nodded his appreciation.
"Thanks," he said, sounding like a belching abyss, "and you're welcome, for the warning, the one you...didn't heed." He tried to crack a grin, but he couldn't bring the corners of his mouth to bear. That'd always been a problem.
"Croak. Name's Croak. I usually exchange...names on a first date."
Another joke, another lack of accompanying body language.
(OOC: Thx Zaineb. I was hoping more for the rule of cool, but next time I'll just ask :))