Gender: Unspecified Location: With Cinderella and the 9 Dwarves
"You guys are a depressing bunch" Con concludes listening to the self pity and wallowing in saddness " We are young, we are powerful, we are on our way to a day of mindless fun, what more could you want" and then, looking at Rand off in the distance he adds, somewhat mumbled "Well. Most of us are young anyways".
"You're right, Con," Galder says. "We need to just let loose and vent our frustrations on these poor Epirean slaves. There's always time for arguments later. Like when we start betting on them in a few hours."
And so down you guys come to the base of the mountain, to the edge of the crater. Dozens of armed and armoured Epireans, shining in bronze, await you down there to hail your arrival. These are the warriors of Firak, the chieftain who controls the forested areas near the mountain and your main contact amongst the tribes.
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"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
"Hail!" calls out Firak, and his men all hail you with a great roar. "And of course I am pleased! Today is the great day again, and all of the tribves have contributed their quota."
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"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
Xavier has remained quiet during all hostile exchanges between his comrades. If nothing else he is simply pleases that they have finally got something to be focused on.
Let's look over the people
"Indeed lets."
Xavier will walk around eyeing up everyone he sees looking for someone distinct and that stands out.
It's pretty hard to tell when they are still bunched up in the crater. Soem are big, some are small; some look dumb, some look scared... but you never really know.
The prisoners have leather armour and stone axes.
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"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
"Excellent news, Firak," Rand says as he approaches, flashing one of his toothy grins. "Then everything is in place for this glorious festival of blood and stamina to begin. A great day, indeed."
"There's a reason that we thin the pack, after all," Galder says, in response to Dak's comment. "We'll find the worthy ones in there. But first, we test them to see if they are resilient against lightsaber blows. Which they aren't."