One Year a Slave

>>1470358
Ask for help from that cute pale girl you see on the street everyday. She dresses in all black and has pretty green eyes. Surely she understands your plight. She won't let this injustice stand.

Can't be a slave if you die!
Begin fashioning a rope from the straw you sleep on.

>>1470405
Roll 1d100

>>1470381

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1470530
Shit

>>1470381
You are sure no pale girl wishes to speak to a slave, much less feels any sympathy.

>>1470531
You now possess 6 ft' of straw cording after a few hours of work. You wind it up and tuck it under your mattress.

You hear footsteps and the jingling of keys from outside the room.

The silhouette of a face appears in the window.

"Aye, you'll be coming with me in a while. Say some prayers, the Lord is in a bad humor."

The man walks away, whistling.

>What do?

>>1470539
Take what's under the mat. Well, when there was a mat.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1470539
Pray and wait

>>1470548
>>1470549

You wear the rags of a slave, no more than a loincloth. You carefully tuck the cord inside.

Beneath the mat is also a small leather pouch. Inside, four golden coins.

This is everything you've been able to steal, beg, or borrow. When you're out, it will start your life as a free man. You tuck it into your loincloth.

You sit on the mat and begin a prayer. To whom or what do you pray?

>Roll 1d100 with answer

>>1470557
>To Grom, God of Fire and Destruction. Death and rebirth. He will surely guide us on our mission to brutally murder our former owners

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1470562
Fuck forgot my roll

>>1470562
Roll 1d100

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1470557
Fina, goddess of love, bounty and fertility

Hopefully we'll find a partner when we're out and start a family away from all of this

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1470557
ares, god of war

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1470557
To Gul'sar, the lord of knowledge and change. May you have the wits to brace the coming storm and the change be in yourfavor.

>>1470681
REEEEE TENTACLE MONSTERS GET OUT. GROM IS THE ONE TRUE GOD.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1470557
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.

You pray to the god Ares.

Hands clasped, you ask for his favor in your endeavors and victory over your foes and those that would see your servitude continued.

Soon, the sound of jingling keys returns.

"The Lord's ready for ye. Put these on."

And quickly the door opens and shuts, giving only enough time for a pair of shackles to fall through.

"No funny business, just put'em on and gather yerself for an audience with his Lordship."

>What do?

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1472916
Be a good slave and put them on.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1472916
Put them on, but try to subtly sabotage the locking mechanism so that we can yank them off if needs be.