OOC: Alrighty then. This is where some ideas obviously stolen from the book Battle Royale come from…
BIC: The hybrid’s eyes opened slowly. He felt as though his breathing were restricted by something, like an inanimate object had somehow come to life and clutched his throat.
His vision blurry, he looked at his surroundings. The boy was no longer sitting in the comfortable chair in front of the fireplace. He didn’t even seem to be in the inn anymore.
Three more people lay around him. Two of them were females, the last one a male. His vision still blurry, the son of Gorin tried to stand.
The world began to spin around as he ascended, so he consented to just sit until the blurred vision and dizziness wore off. He heard the sound of turning wheels coming his way.
With all the energy he could muster, TDC turned around to see that a large object was coming his way. It was being pulled by four small objects, although all five objects were a brownish color.
The child’s vision began to clear up, although the dizziness didn’t change at all. He recognized the driver of the object, which he now recognized as a horse drawn carriage, to be none other than Thorm.
“Well child, you’re the first to wake up,” began the large man. A small girl walked alongside the carriage, holding what appeared to be a hollow stick.
“Unfortunately, you aren’t supposed to wake up for a few more hours. Night night kid.” The girl lifted up the stick, which TDC now noticed was the kind of stick used for blow darts.
The dart struck the boy in the shoulder. Despite the fact that he yanked it out and smashed it on the ground less than a second later, the hybrid was soon asleep.
Five hours and several dozen miles later…
Although TDC was still asleep, the others awoke to find themselves on an island. It was about the size of a medium sized town, yet they could still faintly see the shoreline in every direction.
Thorm stood on a small podium with the girl standing next to him. He stood with a big smile on his face, holding a red stone in his hand.
“What the,” began Irva. In response the large man squeezed the stone, looking at the gerudo. She felt something tightening on her neck and began to choke.
Once he’d gotten his point across, which was basically to be quiet, Thorm loosened his grip on the stone and Irva was able to breathe again. It was then that the group noticed that they had collars on their necks.
The collars were made of a strange kind of enchanted wood, runic symbols etched into them. The collars were so tight on their necks that their breathing was hampered a little.
“As you can see,” said Thorm, motioning to the collars. “You’ve been fitted with enchanted collars. These are to make sure you don’t try to kill me or try to escape.”
“They are specially made. If you leave the island they will tighten until they pop your head off. If you try to take them off, they will choke you until you stop. If you try to kill me, spikes will inject your throat with poison hundreds of times deadlier than the poisons that allowed us to take you here.”
Twilight was about to speak up when she remembered what happened to Irva. She kept her mouth shut, although she certainly didn’t like how the situation was turning out.
“The reason you are here,” continued the large man. “Is to partake in a certain game that our village loves to take part in. We take a group of warriors to a remote island, let them loose, then we hunt down and kill them.”
TDC began to wake up. Thorm looked down on the child for a moment before continuing with his speech.
“If you avoid death or capture for a week, you will be allowed to leave as well as regaining everything you had on you.” It was then that the three of them, as TDC was still too groggy to hear what was going on, noticed that their weapons and items were gone.
“Along with regaining your belongings, you will be given a place of honor in our village and be granted one thing. What is it? That’s for you to decide.”
Thorm, not minding that his speech had been rather blunt and basic, left with the girl closely behind. No doubt the villagers had things other than their own weapons.
Now that TDC was fully awake he turned to his temporary companions, wondering what was going on.
OOC: The reason this isn't in the normal forum is because fighting isn't the only thing they can/have to do. They must search for food, they can decide to hide from the villagers rather than kill them, etc.
Remember, the villagers are all trained warriors. Also, they may have some certain surprises up their sleeves.
