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- Petra Telaris (Dwarf Cleric) - Minteh
- Emilia Ulric (Werewolf Barbarian) - Jean Grey (Accepted)
- Evan Gyre (Afflicted Vampire Solider) - Schade (Accepted)
- Henry Woodwick (Human Wizard) - Mon (Accepted)
- Axel Nicks (Elf Illusionist) - VampireMace (Accepted)
- Lucas Wolfssegner Ladimoore (Werewolf Wizard) - Andydemon (Accepted)
- Sekolah Sensale (Tiefling Bard) - Skillfulness (Accepted)
- Arauvir (Elf Wizard/Rogue) - Cobalt (Accepted)
- Fallon Jadestone (Elf Ranger) - Tangy (Accepted)
Westreach prison, better known as "The Gallows" to locals and those unfortunate to be imprisoned there, was a fortress inside and out. The original building that was known as the prison, loomed like a dark shadow over the small town that had once been known as Westreach. Now all that remained of the town and the people who once lived here were old dilapidated buildings, many of which were converted into new buildings to better suit the expanding prison.
Before her imprisonment, Petra had assumed some of the stories about the prison were made up, as they seemed too impossible to be real. However, like the rumours had warned, the prison was a veritable hellhole. Prisoners were held in small cramped cells, with barely enough room to fit a bed, chamber pot and chair inside, let alone a fully grown prisoner. They were kept on a rigid schedule, forced to remain in their cells for the entire day, save for an hour for dinner, two hours to spend outside stretching their legs, and the occasional time given for them to bathe. The rules were fairly surprisingly simple but very easy to break, and very easy to be punished for. Punishment usually involved being sent to solitary for up to a week, sometimes a month if you'd been particularly rowdy, or in extreme cases a heavy beating. Since there were only six solitary cells, they tended to fill up fairly quickly, so beatings were fairly common. Petra had been in solitary twice but had thankfully been spared from any beatings, save for one slap as punishment for insinuating that Ravenna was going to kill one of the guards as justice. Not her finest moment she had to admit.
The weather was pleasant today, with the sun basking down on them, and a gentle breeze ensuring that the heat wasn't too bad. The courtyard was shared not only by the prisoners in Petra's cellblock but the prisoners from five other identical blocks as well. Petra had always assumed that the building had been part of a street in the past due to the similarity of the architecture.
As to be expected with the sheer volume of prisoners currently milling around in the courtyard, there were a fair number of guards on patrol, eyes always watching to ensure that trouble didn't break out. Considering that prisoners were nearly always in a pair of cuffs, it seemed unlikely that they would ever cause much trouble if a fight broke out, but as Petra had seen many times in seven months here, many of these prisoners were quite resourceful.
One of these more 'resourceful' prisoners, was a man named Hugo, who Petra had the misfortune of occupying the neighbouring cell to hers. He was a mouthy, reckless man, who despite numerous beatings, seemed to have no issue with routinely annoying the guards or other prisoners. He seemed more reserved today, talking quite animatedly to a girl from one of the other prison blocks, who seemed less enthused by whatever it was he was talking about.
Petra had few friends in the cell block, though she could probably name most of them if pushed. Today she found herself in the company of five other dwarves, all a few years older than her, who were housed in one of the other blocks. They could be a rowdy bunch when they wanted to be, but were generally pretty quiet and kept to themselves. Due to her beliefs in the elven gods, they had been a little reluctant to accept her into their little group at first, but had eventually gotten used to her and accepted her differing beliefs. She didn't think they understood it all very well and found it more amusing more than anything, but at least they hadn't shunned her away.
"Haven't seen Tenor today," Mused the eldest of the assembled dwarves, a bearded fellow known as Endrin.
A younger dwarf beside him snorted at this. He lacked a beard, but the resemblance between father and son were uncanny. "And that's a bad thing? Any day without Tenor stalking around is a good day in my books."
"How good can it be if we're still in prison?" Petra teased, nudging the younger dwarf with an elbow. He blushed slightly and ducked his head away. "Personally I hope he fell into a hole and died. It's the least he deserves."
The only other female dwarf and Endrin both gasped at this, whereas the other dwarves laughed, nodding their heads in agreement. "Oh, Miss Telaris, you should watch that mouth of yours." Endrin warned. A small smirk formed on his lips, though it was difficult to define due to his thick beard. "Though I must agree with you in that I hope something awful has happened to him."