[OOC: I realize I'm late in attempting to join this RPG, this is because of the absence of a Titled Roleplaying section and I just noticed the fact that this game exists in the "Suggestions" area. I do hope that my arrival is alright, and if not, feel free to 'smite' my character.
Additionally, I am new to this, so I'm going to give it my best shot -- and I'm going to take some liberty with the weather, I hope that doesn't infringe or break any rules. Any help/criticism in PM is welcomed.]
Outside, the dark clouds slowly glide through the skies, casting a bleakness over the land. It isn't long before somber wave after wave of rain erupts forth and spills down, casting a dismal mood into the atmosphere.
..And shortly after the storm assembles, a large drawn carriage approaches. Pulled by four strong horses, the covered wagon is at least as long as three horses, making it exceptionally large. As it approaches it becomes evident that it is filled with other sentient creatures, humans and otherwise. It shakes occasionally, with shouts and howls resonating from within. The carriage comes up upon the adventurers and as it passes, a loud "CLANG!" interrupts the shouts and howls, and the wagon rocks side to side slightly.
Carriage Guard: 'Git Down! 'Git Down I Said!
The snap of a whip is then heard after the guard's words, and the carriage settles on it's axle for a moment. Then, as if by fate, a streak of lightning jets across the sky and booming thunder crashes across the landscape. In the flashing light and awesome thunder, the carriage rocks again, only this time much more violently. The cries of others increase, causing a near deafening amount of ruckus.
Again, lightning splits the skies. Something is definetly going on within the carriage, for the guard is now agitated and actively using the whip. The moans and screams of the prisoners increases two-fold, and thunder once more echoes. This time, as thunder makes it's presence known, the cheap iron-and-wood door on the back of the carriage shatters and a huge dark heap explodes forth into the air, collapsing onto the ground below. Lost in the confusion, cries and weather, the guard remains unaware from the front of the carriage, attempting to manage the others.
Kneeling on the ground with his head down, the massive dark heap slowly made it's way back to it's feet, apparently shaken up. The olive-skinned creature stood up, exposing a bald head. The frame was very well toned; bulky muscle was exposed atop a lean and tall body structure -- all in all standing at least six and a half feet tall. Black tattoos were roughly interposed on the outer upper arms and back of this individual, as were rough and crude scars. Most noticably, a deep reddish gouge was apparent over the left eye. Wearing nothing more than a leather loincloth and shackles with broken chains hanging from each wrist, the figure surveyed the gathering. This must be it.
He approached the gathering, nothing more but an imposing, hulking creature of some race, or combination of races. His skin, although criss-crossed with scars here and there and rough tattoos, seemed rather well-kept. Two protruding teeth from his lips were only a faint yellow in hue, a far cry from most shades seen in other's mouths in these days. He was clean and in well order, appearing as disciplined as any Paladin, and yet hard and rough like the standard Barbarian.
A unique individual, indeed.
His eyes watched each individual in turn, keeping quite alert for any sudden movements. He was well aware that everyone in the group would be questioning what they just saw -- and he knew that he looked like the common criminal escapee. So just what was this colossal man doing in prison? Perhaps just theft? Or maybe this individual gave in to his primordial and crude desires, his crime being rape. Or maybe, just maybe, this figure's dark physique and domineering aura was that of a serial killer, one with intentions only of tearing out intestines and dressing his victim with their own filth. Regardless of what they thought, they would all ask questions in a few moments, and thus he stood, awaiting the curious thrusts of inquiring minds.