LowKey

EDIT: Multiple descriptions going on here, so just to clear it up, are our characters the only ones on the ship as far as slaves go, or are there others? ...

I'm the only martian here. I was here first.

Galea Labor Slave A shiver ran down her spine. A storm. She had always loved storms, the rippling of electricity and the sogginess of the air giving her an adrenaline ...

Galea Labor Slave She couldn’t help but smile at the harsh whispers coming from the corner. At least someone had some sense. Why she hadn’t chastised the man herself was ...

Looking like Deaven and I are befriending each other; he just snatched a key. Was thinking that “Bob” would play a key role in escaping at the docks, but also ...

Galea Labor Slave A key. Planned or not, the man had a key. She craned her neck to look at his face. This could be very interesting. Quickly, looking around ...

Galea Labor Slave Soft slamming. Threats. Running feet. Galea woke up from her half-sleep looked over to the side to see a man, one of the slaves, holding a blade ...

8) Guess where I started using Write or Die, lol

shackled wrists. Meaning we simply have our wrists trapped behind our back but can still move around or that we're chained together, and are thus in a fixed position?

Congratulations, Not Me!

Galea Labor Slave She heard the footsteps, signaling the return of the slaves. A portion of them had been taken out to help row the boat until the wind picked ...

Galea For three hours, the Halfling had sat hunched with her knees drawn up to her chin. The slaves surrounding her prevented her from stretching out, and the ache in ...

Somone setting a fire and watching it leap from place to place.

Squall -- Link Nate -- Think that was Snoink. And if you did that, you would cause site wide chaos. Might break the planet, as people would log on to ...

HEY! Heyheyheyheyhey. Not good. Ahem. .| .| .| \ / .v