Role Playing Story Chapter 4: Infiltration and Liberation

[slightly aboveaverage man]

As the red sun broke over the mountains of the east, a now diminished group of heroes sat in an untended field, readying for their mission to liberate an entire race; they were oddly calm for the task they were about to embark upon. Forming a semicircle were Delmenon the Barbarian, sitting crosslegged, his eyebrows knitted with concentration; Jericho the Windrider, hands moving quickly about a set of shackles, removing and adding small pieces to the primitive constraints; Talos the Drow of the Shadows, standing ever at the ready by their fourth member; Tamona the Dark Princess (Ooc: Or priestess, I can't remember which she is), watching the others curiously, as well as looking uncertainly at the shackles.

"There." Jericho said aloud as he fitted one final piece in place. He turned to Tamona. "I've removed the locking mechanism in the shackles, so you should be able to convincingly hold them in place with your powers without actually being restrained by them."

he pointed to a small metal capsule conected to where the shackle met the chain. "This capsule contains a small amount of murcury, I have no doubt that you should be able to use this as a weapon or a tool at some point should you need it."

Jericho stood and placed the restraints in front of Tamona, who already had changed into the garb of a prisoner. "Everything you need to give the appearance of capture, and usefull weapons in and of themselves." He then looked to Delmenon. "How soon until you can modify our appearances?"