Ding Level 1

[omg_thrall]

[The scene shows what appears to be an internment camp, as something is projecting the comm over and around the place, giving a panoramic view of a keep with many men and green skinned people milling around some of the green skinned people were being brow-beaten by the humans, some of them being left alone. Either way, it was painfully obvious what this place was.

Soon, the cheering of the men intensified as a dark haired orc stepped forward into a ring occupied by several armored men with nets, weapons and such. The orc with his piercing blue eyes took up a stout club and shield, and readied himself for battle.

CLASH! The men fought against him, all at once at times. It seemed that the young orc was being trained for battle, and his weapon smashed against their shields, throwing men back with significant strength. But soon, he was brought down and a captain blew a whistle.]

That's enough. Blackmoore will have our heads if his slave is injured further. Tend to his wounds and send him back to his cell.

[The scene blurs for a moment and the young orc is laying in a heap of straw, looking up when he notices the community. Reaching up, he pokes at it, like it is permanent video.]

Who is there? Who is scrying on me? Is someone on the other side of this looking glass?

Comments

[madeitsquare]

You don't want to know just how many people there are on "the other side".

Say, what are you?

[omg_thrall]

?? Curious, you are not one of the people I know...

I am an Orc. I am... [he hesitates for a moment] Thrall.

[madeitsquare]

I'd be surprised if I were.

... An orc, eh? I'm not even stunned by these things anymore.

[omg_thrall]

You certainly do not look like one of the races of our lands.

Yes. I am... owned, by Blackmoore, the leader of this internment camp.

[madeitsquare]

No ducks over there, eh? At least you're reacting to it a lot better than most folks do.

What do you mean, "owned"?

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

That was quite the fight.

Are you okay?

[omg_thrall]

I have been better. [Looking at the scrying glass he raised an eyebrow.]

A human? Not that I have seen before. Where do you hail from?

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

Sorry to hear that.

I'm form a world different than yours, this place can connect universes. The name's Arthur.

[omg_thrall]

Mmm, I have been hearing odd things all day. It seems like the day for that.

I am Thrall.

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

It’s better explained here Mr. Thrall. I hope that helps.

[originaldragoon]

No one is scrying you on purpose. This community likes to show such things without the one being viewed permission.

What was that all about?

[omg_thrall]

Training. [Thrall grunted as he sat up to look at the image.] Blackmoore insists on me fighting multiple opponents, so that he may show off his 'pets' strength.

[originaldragoon]

'Pet?' [She doesn't like the way that word is being used.]

I see...

I am called Rose.

[omg_thrall]

Pet. I am nothing but Blackmoore's slave.

Well met, Rose. I am Thrall.

[Of course Thrall means Slave, a name he bore with some difficulty but dignity.]

[originaldragoon]

It is unfortunate to hear that... [She is so not a fan of slavery.]

It is good to meet you as well Thrall.

[makewayforroze]

There are but don't worry about that for now. Are you alright?

[omg_thrall]

Better, with some rest. I heal fairly quickly, but I will be sore for a while.

[makewayforroze]

Why were they forcing you to fight? Are you...really a slave?

[omg_thrall]

Blackmoore calls it training. And yes, I am a slave. It is not uncommon for such a thing to be in this world.

[didiscareyouyet]

Hey, mister, even if you lost, you did a really good job! They just didn't fight fair.

[omg_thrall]

Mmm. Actually they were letting me off easy. Blackmoore was being... generous. And only allowed me to fight five, and not twenty.

[didiscareyouyet]

That's not very fair. If they make you fight so many, they must know you're just a lot better than them.

[omg_thrall]

Mmm. I am a 'prize' after all. Blackmoore's champion, as well as his slave. I wish there was something else I could do beyond fight. I have learned to read and speak the common tongue, but I have no freedom of my own to wander Southshore on my own.

[Video]

[chimeranomore]

Not bad, for being outnumbered by better-equipped opponents.

"Scrying" is... not the best word for it, but if that's what your mind jumps to it's probably the closest anyone in your world would actually understand. Your mirror has apparently been connected to a network of... devices used to communicate between worlds. We mostly call it "DramaDramaDuck", or just "the community".

Well, I say call it. I think a lot of us mostly blame it.

Re: [Video]

[omg_thrall]

Thank you. [Thrall grunts and sits up to look at the scrying glass, the flat surface illuminating his cell.]

This... community, as you say, has provided me with a magical scrying glass. I have seen it being used before by mages and other people.

Drama...DramaDuck? I see why you refer to it as "the community."