Post by Mari on Apr 21, 2023 1:46:22 GMT -8
...The next time Hilda awakens, she is in Lorule on her throne. Everything is okay. Li is just a bad dream. Everything feels right, up until you see a familiar figure kneeling before you. ...Yuga. It was at that moment she most likely realized something was off about this vision. In truth, it was a hallucination brought on by the poison she'd been given. She could try to yell at him, cast him out, punch him. Whatever she wanted. But her body was uncooperative as if she were a zombie, and any of these actions would take considerable effort for a poor result, and at the end of the day it wouldn't matter.
...The next time Hilda wakes up, she sees Yuga again! However, something again is off. He's much bigger than she remembered him, and he was currently holding her in the air by one arm with a single hand, such that she could be at eye level with him. His grip was so large and firm that she couldn't help but feel he could effortless crumple her up like a paper ball if he wanted to. "Now... give me the triforce, Princess." he asked, though his voice was distinct from Yuga's. A moment later, the illusion began to unravel in a horrific fashion, and a distinctly different face gazed back at her.
He seems nice.
...After a few moments of hovering his hand over Hilda though, he frowns in disappointment realizing she... doesn't actually have what he's looking for! "...You don't have the triforce, do you?" the man laments, though he doesn't sound surprised. "Then... you may rot in here until you are able to provide me information leading to it." he added, before rather violently tossing Hilda away. She hits the ground and can feel liquid pooling underneath her. She can only hope that isn't blood. She phases in and out of consciousness. ...Sometime later, Hilda properly regains consciousness.
It's been about three days in this prison cell. It's made of solid mossy stone bricks that are... not comfortable to sleep on at all. She has been given no furnishing other than a couple of large stone blocks that serve as either a seat or a cruel joke of a bed. One of the blocks wobbles when she puts her weight on it, hinting that it might not be properly attached to the ground. With great effort, it could be slowly moved. The roof is leaking, seemingly from a giant hole atop it from which water freely flows. If only she could reach it, perhaps that was a path out. The bars of the room are iron. A good section of them are rusted from prolonged contact with the running water. The lock to her cell door is fairly simple
There's another jail cell across the hall from her. It's empty, save for a skeleton reminding her of what awaits her if she doesn't escape. Though she can occasionally hear other voices in the distance.
It is through the freely running she has been able to stay hydrated. The water is ... surprisingly clean, though perhaps not as clean as one would prefer. It hasn't made her sick and is difficult to distinguish from clean water by taste anyway. She has not, however, eaten, and is experiencing painful hunger pangs from time to time. Worse yet, sometime after that man condemned her to rot in here someone appears to have stolen her clothes and jewelry, leaving her with just her undergarments. If she has any hair clips or pins in her hair, they didn't bother searching for those or didn't think to. One can only presume they were taken for their high quality and value.
She's alone, with nobody actively watching her cell. With her stripped down to her unmentionables and the cell barren, what did they have to worry about her escaping for? This meant though that she was free to attempt such without being harassed. There were certainly details to be explored that I previously mentioned, or she could attempt a basic search of her cell or a visual search of the area outside her cell through the bars.
((You are starting off this thread having already taken 50 damage from your kidnapping! You are also afflicted with starvation, which gives you a -2 to all your rolls regardless of which stat you use. The cure is somewhat obvious, but you have no food. You are also afflicted with a lack of clothes! This bestows an additional -2 penalty to charisma rolls. The lingering effects of the poison bestow a -2 penalty to strength. Take note of these things.))
You're not in a good state, but thankfully the worst that can happen to you right now is a slip and a fall if you goof up real bad. If you were in a fight though, your condition would be more serious.
...The next time Hilda wakes up, she sees Yuga again! However, something again is off. He's much bigger than she remembered him, and he was currently holding her in the air by one arm with a single hand, such that she could be at eye level with him. His grip was so large and firm that she couldn't help but feel he could effortless crumple her up like a paper ball if he wanted to. "Now... give me the triforce, Princess." he asked, though his voice was distinct from Yuga's. A moment later, the illusion began to unravel in a horrific fashion, and a distinctly different face gazed back at her.
He seems nice.
...After a few moments of hovering his hand over Hilda though, he frowns in disappointment realizing she... doesn't actually have what he's looking for! "...You don't have the triforce, do you?" the man laments, though he doesn't sound surprised. "Then... you may rot in here until you are able to provide me information leading to it." he added, before rather violently tossing Hilda away. She hits the ground and can feel liquid pooling underneath her. She can only hope that isn't blood. She phases in and out of consciousness. ...Sometime later, Hilda properly regains consciousness.
It's been about three days in this prison cell. It's made of solid mossy stone bricks that are... not comfortable to sleep on at all. She has been given no furnishing other than a couple of large stone blocks that serve as either a seat or a cruel joke of a bed. One of the blocks wobbles when she puts her weight on it, hinting that it might not be properly attached to the ground. With great effort, it could be slowly moved. The roof is leaking, seemingly from a giant hole atop it from which water freely flows. If only she could reach it, perhaps that was a path out. The bars of the room are iron. A good section of them are rusted from prolonged contact with the running water. The lock to her cell door is fairly simple
There's another jail cell across the hall from her. It's empty, save for a skeleton reminding her of what awaits her if she doesn't escape. Though she can occasionally hear other voices in the distance.
It is through the freely running she has been able to stay hydrated. The water is ... surprisingly clean, though perhaps not as clean as one would prefer. It hasn't made her sick and is difficult to distinguish from clean water by taste anyway. She has not, however, eaten, and is experiencing painful hunger pangs from time to time. Worse yet, sometime after that man condemned her to rot in here someone appears to have stolen her clothes and jewelry, leaving her with just her undergarments. If she has any hair clips or pins in her hair, they didn't bother searching for those or didn't think to. One can only presume they were taken for their high quality and value.
She's alone, with nobody actively watching her cell. With her stripped down to her unmentionables and the cell barren, what did they have to worry about her escaping for? This meant though that she was free to attempt such without being harassed. There were certainly details to be explored that I previously mentioned, or she could attempt a basic search of her cell or a visual search of the area outside her cell through the bars.
((You are starting off this thread having already taken 50 damage from your kidnapping! You are also afflicted with starvation, which gives you a -2 to all your rolls regardless of which stat you use. The cure is somewhat obvious, but you have no food. You are also afflicted with a lack of clothes! This bestows an additional -2 penalty to charisma rolls. The lingering effects of the poison bestow a -2 penalty to strength. Take note of these things.))
You're not in a good state, but thankfully the worst that can happen to you right now is a slip and a fall if you goof up real bad. If you were in a fight though, your condition would be more serious.
