Nalthar 2026/06/09(Tue)05:33 No. 1127851 ID: ce8213
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You start awake. You have no idea where you are but it's dark. In the gloom you can just make out bars and the glint of eyes watching you.

Check yourself. Are your injuries any better? Are you restrained?

Whisper a hello. Ask about where you are.

There is a possibility that this is a friend or an opponent. Offer it your tail and see how they will respond.

Seems you've been caught.

Nalthar 2026/06/14(Sun)02:28 No. 1128041 ID: ce8213
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The stranger doesn't move so you cautiously take stock of you're condition. It hurts to move, that you notice right away. Your back screams at you but you manage to sit yourself up against the cage bars. Your toes and tail all move as you command, so you suppose you're lucky.

Eyes adjusting to the darkness, you glance around. The cage you are in is rather spacious, for a rat. Thin vertical bars rise to a tapered peak. The room around is cluttered with several other cages, piled on top of boxes and battered human scale furniture. One side of the room is dominated by a dark curtain, pinpricks of light picking their way through the weave. Oddly enough the other walls depict moonlit landscapes, quiet towns and farms. Its like this room is meant to be perpetual night.

Your glare returns to the mouse in roughspun robes across from you. A short coughing fit prevents your first inquiry. He gathers up his hem and rises, padding quietly to your side. He holds out a waterskin to you and speaks in a soft voice. "Be at ease, my son. Your time in the wilderness has ended, for the good lord watches over you now."

The mouse's tail tip sways, drawing your eye, then flicking it towards something above the center of the room.

Nalthar 2026/06/14(Sun)02:28 No. 1128042 ID: ce8213
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Descending from the ceiling is a metal tube ending in the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen. A metal trumpet and curved glass are framed by tiny winged humans, of all things. The whole of it glitters golden even in the dim light.

Check your surroundings some more. Seems like you might be in some kind of Chapel or some kind of worship room in the house.

not a fully bad spot to be in... and who's this good lord?

This is a cult, gathere all information that you can. Just don't let that worshipping out of your sights. I don't trust him.

Nalthar 2026/06/19(Fri)01:55 No. 1128254 ID: ce8213
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Taking the proffered waterskin, you give your parched throat some relief. While you splutter and cough you take another look around.

The cages scattered about the space are of varying shapes and designs. They seem like they've been repurposed. They are also all empty, save for one. A rather small cage near yours holds a curled up shape surrounded by fluffy squirrel tail. Dis lies very still, the slight movement of her breathing the only indication she's alive.

Nalthar 2026/06/19(Fri)01:55 No. 1128255 ID: ce8213
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The mouse follows your gaze "Ah your companion? She's not- well, she's not injured. S-surren she just needs rest." He gives you a pat on the shoulder, faltering as you turn your sullen glare to him. "And just who is this... lord?" you growl, shoving the skin back in his hands.

The mouse's face breaks into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Why the lord God of course! I should introduce myself; I am the humble Brother Juan, friar of the Franciscan order. Allow me to bless you." The mouse lays a hand over your head and leans to whisper in your ear "Play along and you'll survive."

"Now" Brother Juan steps back "If you are asking after who's house you find yourself in, that would be King Pendle Cadvere of the principality of Malevento. He is eager to meet you, and formalize your surrender. If you feel up to it I could help you there." the friar (whatever that is) offers his hand.

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Nothing to do but cooperate until you see a chance to do something. Especially with your wounded back. You need rest.

Ask him if the king can understand your language.

Prolong things as much as you can. Say you will need to rest and pray for the others that are not with you before making any decisions of surrender.

Nod in agreement, good thing that this cage priest didn't lose it completely.