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🕑 Added 2024-08-06 13:00:28 +0000 UTC [I may create a continuation of this, let me know what you think!] The sound of the latch clicked, echoing across the dungeon and making your hair stand on end. Nobody possibly could have followed you, and you’ve been through enough checkpoints. Despite being deep underground, the room was surprisingly spacious and well-ventilated. A steady flow of fresh air filled your lungs, likely aided by some kind of magical enchantment. As you approached, torches lining the walls flared to life, casting flickering shadows across the figure waiting patiently for you. The Orc was unremarkable, at least at a glance. He glares at you, with heavy links of iron chains leading to the ceiling, keeping him in place for more questioning. You clear your throat nervously and take a seat on a nearby bench, trying to ignore the clink of the chains and focusing on the task at hand. "My name is Avourel of Quidove," you recite in a tense manner, looking at your lap to avoid the gaze of the hulking creature ahead of you. "I’ve been assigned as your defense before the trial to decide your execution." “…Avourel. That sounds Elven. You don’t look it.” The Orc spat, even from across the room you can feel the hate radiating from his eyes. "Half human." you blurt out. "Much like yourself, from what I’ve read. That’s the only reason you’re down here and not in a mass grave." The Orc grunts, his grimace turning into a lopsided smile, tusks and sharp teeth glinting in the magical glow of a nearby torch. “You think I did this, elf?” He says simply, adjusting himself on his chains and trying to get a better look at you. “My people don’t lie; you know that. Unless you think that’s a human habit coming out?” You feel the charges he’s been accused of catch in your throat, making you second guess after spending so much time coming down here. Could it have been by something, someone else...? "The village has been burned, and an encampment of your people was found nearby and… disposed of," you manage to squeak out, avoiding the gaze of the orc as his grimace turns into something unreadable. "And because you refused to answer questions, you’re here, alive, for the time being." The Orc grunts, looking down and away from you at last. Are Orcs able to feel grief? Pain? His dark eyes are unreadable as you try to penetrate, but nothing is given to you in response. You can’t help but feel a twinge of... pity? "Unfortunately, the burden of proving innocence has fallen to me," you say coolly, keeping an eye out for any change of expression. "If you’d like to prove yourself as something besides a brute, we’ll need to work together." "Only because you have to," the Orc said simply, looking back to you again. "Yes," is all you can manage to say. You’d need to prove the innocence of this Orc, even if he is Narzgarah the killer.
