Lonesome Souls (Draft)

Chapter 1, 17 days
It was 17 days ago, normally day in the Rock. Some newbies we're being hassled in - a few Phoen's and a burly Uysd. Thats a sight! Remind me never to get in his way, nothin' worse then a 2 metre tall zealot in a fight. One of the prisoners catches my eyes, a Phoen' with a strange scar and a big attitude - his glares could melt the armour the guards are wearing.

"Hey look at dat' one boss" says a burly Skagr "Dat ones got a scar cross es' eyes, wuddiuh think he did, hunted your ex-mate?" the Skagr bursts out laughing

"I wish that old hag has whats coming to her, one of these days" said the Phoenecian, stabbing his grimy food.

He then picks up his tray and sits beside the man with the scar

"So what'chu in for?" said the Phoenecian "Steal old Pal's sceptor?"

The man just looks at his food, ignoringhis tables intruder

"So the silent type huh'?" mumbled the Phoenecian "Well I'll come back later.."

He walks away and turns around to face the man with the scar

"Look.. Heh heh.. Just ask me if you need me to shank anyone, i'll gladly do it"

The man with the scar looks at his meal disparingly

" Oh.. And the names Ozan, but you can call me Oz... Everyone else does"

He turns and walks towards his normal table, a Tar'J has joined him at the table

"You know him?" hisses the Tar'J "Hes famouss you know, say he robbed one of the provincial Gold Vaults - apparently got ratted out by his second in command"

"Damn shame he won't get use to this place" exclaims Ozan "Hows the tunnel going?"

"Good, only a few more days and we'll be ready"

Ozan pans the room to see a guard watching angrily

The loud banter of the cafeteria is halted by a loudspeaker - "ALRIGHT SCUM, BACK TO YOUR CELLS..." yells Warden Jani "... And will someone fetch me Mister Valin' I have need to have a few words with him"

In an instant everyone looks at the man with the scar, all with shock on there faces.