[All things considered, being abducted into an alien squid ship in the middle of a heist is probably the worst thing to ever happen to him - and that's before the ship crashes down and the room full of pods collapses in a fiery explosion. Ceres survives only by pure, dumb luck: his pod is near the corner of the room, far enough away from the explosion that the shrapnel doesn't pierce through and mutilate him as it does the other pods in the room. Furthermore, with the ship's power going offline, he's finally freed from his disgusting prison and can push the pod door open, stumbling out of the goo bath with his lip curled in disgust.
It takes him some time to collect himself and his things. He finds some horrifically mismatched clothing to put on and a few weapons - sharp pointy things that he has no idea how to really use. He pushes himself out through the gore of the remnants of the explosion and finally, finally sets foot on dry land.
That's when the real trouble starts.
He has no food or water, none of his belongings, and no idea where civilization is. He's able to rinse off in the ocean of the sword coast but it's not drinkable. He can't hunt with his limited weaponry, doesn't know how to set a trap, and he's not familiar enough with the vegetation to know what's edible and what's poisonous. There's not many options from here that don't just involve fucking starving to death, but... he's survived this long. He's not about to roll over and die.
It's then when he hears the sound of someone else moving through the underbrush, discussing something that he's too far away to hear. Ceres creeps closer and sees them then: a drow and two others, who look similarly haggard as him, but who seem to have packs. Supplies. He frowns, sinking back to his hiding spot, and tries to quickly come up with a plan.
Several minutes later, he finally makes an appearance and his outward demeanor belies nothing of the desperation he feels. Ceres seems cocky, confident, and more than a little smarmy as he pulls himself up to standing on a thickened tree branch over their heads and rests his palm against the tree trunk. His shiny weapons that he has no idea how to use are on full display, dangling from his hip, gleaming on his back.]
You've entered the territory of the Silver Reaper Cannibal Pirates, [he projects, his voice booming loudly over the stillness of the clearing that the other group is in.] I have a dozen men coming in from our ship. I advise you to leave your packs and run, or we'll use your tendons to floss our teeth after we're done with you.
[His fingers curl just a little and there's rustling in the bushes from behind them, to their left, as the quick string traps are pulled and cause the branches to pull together and release, simulating the sound of others surrounding them.]
I am the Silver Reaper himself. [He locks eyes with the leader of their group - another drow. Ceres puts on the act of a lofty pirate king quite well, and lets out a little scoff of derision.] I await your retreat.
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It takes him some time to collect himself and his things. He finds some horrifically mismatched clothing to put on and a few weapons - sharp pointy things that he has no idea how to really use. He pushes himself out through the gore of the remnants of the explosion and finally, finally sets foot on dry land.
That's when the real trouble starts.
He has no food or water, none of his belongings, and no idea where civilization is. He's able to rinse off in the ocean of the sword coast but it's not drinkable. He can't hunt with his limited weaponry, doesn't know how to set a trap, and he's not familiar enough with the vegetation to know what's edible and what's poisonous. There's not many options from here that don't just involve fucking starving to death, but... he's survived this long. He's not about to roll over and die.
It's then when he hears the sound of someone else moving through the underbrush, discussing something that he's too far away to hear. Ceres creeps closer and sees them then: a drow and two others, who look similarly haggard as him, but who seem to have packs. Supplies. He frowns, sinking back to his hiding spot, and tries to quickly come up with a plan.
Several minutes later, he finally makes an appearance and his outward demeanor belies nothing of the desperation he feels. Ceres seems cocky, confident, and more than a little smarmy as he pulls himself up to standing on a thickened tree branch over their heads and rests his palm against the tree trunk. His shiny weapons that he has no idea how to use are on full display, dangling from his hip, gleaming on his back.]
You've entered the territory of the Silver Reaper Cannibal Pirates, [he projects, his voice booming loudly over the stillness of the clearing that the other group is in.] I have a dozen men coming in from our ship. I advise you to leave your packs and run, or we'll use your tendons to floss our teeth after we're done with you.
[His fingers curl just a little and there's rustling in the bushes from behind them, to their left, as the quick string traps are pulled and cause the branches to pull together and release, simulating the sound of others surrounding them.]
I am the Silver Reaper himself. [He locks eyes with the leader of their group - another drow. Ceres puts on the act of a lofty pirate king quite well, and lets out a little scoff of derision.] I await your retreat.