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Saligia Prison (Open RP)
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Post by
oneforthemoney
The jail of Saligia is on no map, unknown to the general society and the world is far better for it. It is here that those who are to disappear from society are sent. The worst of criminals, rapists, thieves and monsters are collected in the nine ringed complex and held within for the betterment of the world at large. Located on an island in the great sea and surrounded by shark infested waters, the only way to and from the complex is on a single prison ship known as the Charon. The prison is without factional allegiance, both Horde and Alliance sent here to partake in its services.
The prison and its caretakers care not if its residents are innocent or guilty, only that they are within.
The building itself is circular and composed of levels, steadily dropping further and further underground with each and growing smaller and smaller, less convicts composing them as a requisite threat corresponds with their placement. Each level aside from the first and last is ruled over by an Under Warden who controls them as seen fit. There has never been a successful escape from the prison, the few who tried either killed by the sharks or by the Head Warden who hunts them down mercilessly.
Criminals in this place have no rights, no identity and no hope aside from seeing the next sun rise.
The prison does not actively discourage the prisoners killing each other, guards intervening only if it is directly before them. They actually have an excellent reason for doing so, as should the prison population rise to a certain number the Head Warden will order a purge. Should such an order be given the Under Wardens, guards and convicts are given free rein to slaughter until the prison population has been reduced by two thirds, at which point order is once again restored level by level. The main deterrent to the prisoners killing each other though is that should the prisoners be considered more dangerous they are moved to a lower level and the further tortures within.
The first ring is known as Purgatorio and is where the least violent of criminals are housed along with much of the warden staff. Primarily for the political prisoners made to disappear, it is the least violent of all the rings mainly because it is here the Head Warden Dante Solomon resides and rules, fear keeping most convicts in line by his mere presence and force of arm.
The second ring is known as Porneia and is controlled by Under Warden Luxuria. She is completely sadistic, revelling in the screams of anguish and as takes great pleasure from hearing their suffering cires.
The third is known as Gastrimargia. Here, Under Warden Gula reigns. He always appears emaciated and thin, his black warden trenchcoat very baggy and ill fitting. The entire level has plates of food scattered all around for Gula to snack on as he wanders about its cavernous stone halls. The plates are placed several strides from each cell, which remain unlocked at all times. But the prisoners don’t dare open them as countless felhounds wander the halls, eating any who are unwise enough to leave their prisons aside from Under Warden Gula himself and those who accompany him.
The fourth is known as Philargryia and is controlled tightly by Under Warden Avaritia. Her level is actually a massive mine, where she works the prisoners under her control mercilessly to locate gems and minerals within the carved stone halls. Those she sells for a large profit, hoarding her treasure and working the prisoners to the bone in order to further garner greater fortunes. The deeper into the mine shafts one travels the more red is seen, prisoners forced to dig with their hands after their crude tools break until their blood coats the stones.
The fifth is Akedia, ruled albeit begrudgingly by Under Warden Acedia, a man who constantly appears half asleep, black trenchcoat unbuttoned and covered in wrinkles. He dislikes having to actually do anything to maintain order in his level so forces great chains onto all those who come to his realm, weighing them down and making any effort on their part to even move arduous. Sadly, his careless running has caused the floor to become infested with rodents from the other floors which, for lack of real food, chew on the helpless prisoners whenever possible.
The sixth level is Orge, conquered daily by Under Warden Ira. He constantly wanders his halls, bloodthirsty grin on his face and eyes searching for prey. Any prisoner he catches in the halls he immediately attacks, killing them if he’s not careful or they are too weak to survive his assaults. The hallways are choked with red smoke to hide him and his guards, fight junkies like himself, until it’s too late for their victims to see them coming.
The seventh level is Lype, controlled by Under Warden Invidia. It shows no skin, hiding gender and race, and the warden trenchcoat covers the body. Its hands garbed in plate gauntlets and an iron mask at all times to hide its features from everyone. All prisoners in this level are forced to have metal helmets put on them so that Invidia need not grow jealous of their features, but no locks hold them in place. If however Invidia sees someone without a mask on it immediately takes affront, construing it as they are attempting to show the Under Warden up. Should it catch said victims it will carve up their face to make them more hideous. Running just makes it worse as the Under Warden will see the act as a personal affront to its own speed and amputate the legs of the victim mercilessly.
The eight is Hyperephania, commanded by the handsome but vain Superbia. His realm is small but contains countless statues of himself which form the pillars the prison is built upon. Day and night he forces those under his control to carve his portrait from stone shipped down from Philargryia, paint his likeness or the ilk. Yet he is never satisfied, seeing each attempt as lacking in some quality and forcing them to try again and again.
The ninth is controlled by no Under Warden. Within the ninth ring is where the most dangerous and those who tried to betray the prison are sent, guards seduced or beguiled by the prisoners to attempting to aid in escapes are sent here where they are frozen within a lake of blood, unable to move yet always aware of the time that passes. It is within the final level the old Head Wardens reside as well. No one knows why but every Head Warden since the first that ruled the prison have been driven insane eventually, their bodies becoming morphed into cruel and twisted images of themselves. It is only at that point it is said that the founders of the prison return, casting the old wardens into this lower ring where they shall prowl, searching for victims to sate their fury upon. Warden Solomon is actually the longest reigning in the prisons history, though the reason for his apparent immunity to the corrupting presence of the prison is one of much debate.
There is rumoured a tenth level, one that holds but one prisoner, encased deep beneath the ninth rings ice for all eternity. It is said that it was he that the prison was originally built to contain, and also he who drove the old wardens mad. But these are only rumours…
You can be a convict brought in as even the innocent can be brought here, one who was already in the jail, or a guard on any of the levels. If you want to play someone still on the outside please check with me first.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Dante Solomon
Location:
Purgatorio
The Head Warden is a large human. He wears a black trenchcoat with golden buttons, the standard uniform of the Saligian guards, and a large peaked cap. He has one real eye, the other a purple stone that allows him to view any location within the prison should he will it so. He carries a large hammer known as Judgements Gavel, which depending on the number and degree of crimes committed by his opponent strikes harder. He is the longest reigning Head Warden in the prisons history and takes his job with deadly seriousness.
He does not believe in the existence of innocence, and as such is ideal for running the prison he cares for.
Warden Solomon sat at the massive desk in the center of his office, neatly piled papers covered the wooden surface filled with his neat handwriting. The chamber was filled with filing cabinets and seven large scrying orbs that could be used to contact the Under Wardens at any time.
A harsh rap of someone knocking at his door drew the attention of the master of this hell on Azeroth. "What is it?" He demanded shortly, booming voice reverberating in the small chamber.
"Head Warden, the ship will be coming in soon with the next batch of convicts." A guards voice called out crisply. Solomon sighed and levered himself from his chair, striding to the door with curt measured steps, heels of his shoes clicking on the stone floor.
"Very well. Let us welcome them to their new homes." The warden declared, picking up his hammer and hefting it as he exited his office with a resounding boom of the door.
Post by
Tarothis
Character:
Mechis Wrenchwelder
Location:
The Charon
A green haired Gnome with wide blue eyes, Mechis always appears to be thinking. Formerly a saboteur for the Alliance, he was arrested after a dangerous explosion decimated an Alliance fleet. The Admiral, furious at the loss of his fleet, gave him to the Saligia Prison to rot.
Mechis sat chained to the prisoner bench aboard the Charon, his blue eyes darting around the cramped hull. He counted 51 prisoners and 43 guards in the hull, most of them a lot bigger and threatening then him. Mechis sighed mournfully and picked up a shell from the ground, barely being able to reach it with the tight handcuffs chaffing his wrists.
"I'm going to die in here, aren't I?" Mechis muttered to no one in particular. A nearby guard turned to him.
"I give you a week. Tops," the guard replied, no emotion in his voice. Mechis sighed again and when the guard turned back away, stored the shell safely in his shoe. He got the feeling he'd need it.
Post by
193410
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Charon
Description
:
Cyrus is a horrifyingly powerful felblood warlock. He used to serve under a certain Blood Lord of Silvermoon, who had spared him during the Sunwell crisis, until the said Blood Lord's enemies falsely accused him of treason. So it came that Cyrus took full blame, sacrificing himself for his master, and was sentenced to a lifetime on Saligia - albeit he doesn't know yet, what circle awaits him.
At all times, Cyrus is wearing a spiked rune-covered collar that prevents him from casting even the weakest of spells. Even so, he is still stronger, faster and has better reaction than many, many of his future cell-mates. Apart from the collar, he is only wearing simple woolen pants and equally woolen foot wrappings, leaving him bare-chested. His skin is dark olive, with numerous fel-reeking veins glowing under it, and on his back are old scars from rudimentary wings he had amputated once pledging his allegiance to the Blood Lord.
Cyrus is completely amoral and merciless, holding only two things dear in his life - his pleasure and his service to the Blood Lord. Now that he is bereft of his master's hand, he will likely reveal his true self - rapist, pillager, murderer, and many, many other things, none of them pleasant.
"I'm sure they'll welcome uth into their warm, nurturing embrathe," Cyrus murmured, chained to a wall. He was lisping due to his over-sized, forked tongue - although he would be the first to admit he doesn't know
why
does it cause him to lisp.
"I think there even will be cake."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Dante Solomon, Luxuria
Location:
Porneia
Solomon strode down the stairs onto the second level of his prison, marching towards the main office of Porneia. He ignored the tortured screams from the cells all around him, the creaking of joints as prisoners were stretched on racks, the crack of whips as they slashed flesh and the sobbing and pleads of those given a brief respite before the return to their torments.
At last he reached the main office, knocking on the heavy wooden door respectfully. It took but a moment before the Under Warden opened up, curly red hair flouncing about and her short cut customized warden trenchcoat just enough for decencies sake. A whip was in her hands, whimpers from within the room testifying to its recent use.
"Who dares- Dante!" Luxuria squealed happily. "What are you doing here? Did you finally choose to take me up on my invitation?" The blood elf demanded with a slight leer.
"That's Head Warden Solomon." Dante rumbled in displeasure at the casual address. "The ship is coming in with the new convicts. Report to the Purgatorio at once to receive them." He ordered shortly, spinning about without bothering to hear her confirmation and marching away.
Luxuria watched her superior travel towards the huge stone staircase leading to the next level, fingers twisting the whip in her hands savagely as she chewed her lower lip, cheeks flushed and heated.
"One day." She whispered longingly.
Post by
576272
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Post by
Monday
((Gonna try out Serenade again. Ees fer fun.))
Character:
Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location:
The Charon
Description:
Fjorndar is a dwarf, a magus of an unsual school: Audiomancy, or the magic of sound. He wears dark black robes and a black mask covering his face, along with a black blindfold. Speakers hang from a harness on his shoulders and he often ignores those around him.
"Oh shutup," he said to an elf mage in the corner, saying how they would rot in hell. "I have no plans on rotting in hell."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Charon
"How about rotting in heaven?" Cyrus smirked.
Post by
Monday
Character:
Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location:
The Charon
"I have no plans of rotting," he replied, waving a hand absently.
Post by
576272
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Post by
Monday
Character:
Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location:
The Charon
"Fjorndar," he said with a nod. "Anyways, all plans never survive contact with the enemy, which is why I'm going to improvise."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Charon
"Improvithation ith fun, but usually meththy. Name'th Cyruth."
Post by
355559
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
576272
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Monday
Character:
Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location:
The Charon
"A little mess is a price worth paying to be back in Azeroth," Fjorndar said to Cyrus.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Vrem Dartskul
,
Marisa "Talah" Blackswallow
Location: The Charon
Race: Forsaken, Blood Elf
Class: Hunter/Marksman, Assassin
Descriptions:
Vrem Dartskul is a Forsaken hunter and marksman. Before being captured, tried, and sentenced to rot in the Saligia Prison he was a murderer of the living, with the blood of hundreds-to-thousands on his rotitng hands. Vrem's eyes were once a dark brown, but now the unholy magic and potions that taint his body and keep him from rotting into a useless pile of flesh and bones have caused his eyes to glow yellow, like many other Forsaken. His hair has remained blond, though, despite the taint flowing through his body. He must also strap his face into place to keep it from falling off, but it is still mostly intact. After the Cataclysm he chose armor more suited for stalking stealthily; mostly leathers but a bit of mail armor for extra protection. He also has an number of worgen-plet cloaks from various kills of the wolf-like beasts he wears. He stands at six feet two inches and weighs one-hundred-twenty-five pounds.
Marisa Blackswallow - commonly known as Talah - is an assassin independent of any group and of the highest degress of professinalism. However, one mistake on a job led to her capture and she was forced onto the Charon boat, bound for who-knows-where. Marisa is a shapely elf for one of her age, and the visual appeal has helped her many times over with reaching and dealing with her targets. She wears black leather armor most of the time, although she also has more comfortable and far more expensive clothes in her possession. Her fel-green eyes clearly show that she is a blood elf, but the deep blue contacts she has managed to get her hands on allow her to mask this when she is dealing with races who would be less then hospitable towards her presence. When more than a simple pair of contacts is needed to hide her true identity, though, she lets her hair down from the pony-tail she usually keeps it in and puts on a brown linen robe. This allows her to assume the appearance and false identity of a high elf mage, although she has no ability to cast any sort of spell whatsoever.
Vrem sat quietly in his corner of the boat while Talah struggled to find a way to pick the locks on her chains. The assassin looked around. "Anyone have anything of use?" she said, Vrem remained deathly quiet.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Charon
"Thank you, Captain," Cyrus saluted mockingly at the dwarf, then turned to Coria, "Huh? I'm a diverthe elf, I am one of many 'them', if you catch my drift."
Post by
576272
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Monday
Character:
Fjorndar "Serenade" Basshammer
Location:
The Charon
"That's a bit of a creepy stare," Fjorndar said to break the silence.
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