Lynn Xin
Lamia Scale
Tsumeshiro
Posts: 14
Ooc Name: Rev
Rank: Novice
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Post by Lynn Xin on Jun 6, 2013 17:35:57 GMT -5
Lynn Xin It felt good to have them back. No, Lynn was not exactly the kind of, well, martial person who was only happy with a set of weapons in her hands. But those were neither just weapons, nor had she much interest in using them as such. They were the last real remnants of her home world, unique devices even someone inept as her could use. And in this strange world, they were her only real possession, even though they were usually locked away. But for this endeavor, it was painstackingly obvious that she might need them, so she had been given these. Less for potential monsters inside that place, more for being able to fend off the others. She had long pondered about what would make people arm their slaves, but her doubts had been scattered upon arrival. Among the slavemasters were those that openly displayed their overflowing magical power, to make sure no one would even think about rebelling. That made one wonder why they would not go into this dungeon themselves, but that was likely just self preservation. First send in the expendable crowd, then learn from their mistakes. And expendable they were, Lynn noted while looking around, shielding her eyes from the hot midday sun with her left. Most of people gathered here with her had two things in common: they were male, and they looked filthy. There were no other household slaves like the ones she usually worked with here, but then again, those girls had not garnered the bosses contempt. This was punishment, obviously. Not just for her, but for those criminals too. And criminals they were, obviously. Like the scarface in the leather coat over there. Or the large, muscular man who had thug written all over his face. Heck, even one-eye, the only other woman here, had that rugged look to her. Okay, she did not actually have any proof, but criminals were quite prone to becoming labor slaves. It was quite rare for someone who knew how to wield weapons to get enslaved without. Besides, the atmosphere was tense and quiet. No one talked. They all just checked their sparse gear and waited for instructions, all fourteen of them.
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