OOC and Sign-up Thread Clang. Clang. Clang. That was mostly all he ever heard these days, aside from a bit of idle chatter here and there, possibly screams every so often. There was also a soft, but heavy thudding sound off in the background, but it was constant, and was easily over-looked unless you were right next to a Golem as it trod along. Daizha hardly did his share of work, most of the time he simply sat beside Draeg, making snide comments every time the man missed a blow, or hurt himself. Today, however, he simply napped while his friend mined away. Unfortunately for him, the nap was cut short by someone shouting. The clanging ceased, at least of what was coming from beside him. Others still mined in the distance, but this particular tunnel was theirs. He opened his eyes to see a rather crazed looking human. His head jerked back a bit at the sheer repulsiveness of him. "I-I'm sorry, but can we help you?" he asked, eyebrow cocked. The other prisoner did not answer, merely pulled a knife from the inside of his tatter rag of a shirt. He charged at the Vampire and his companion. With a rather agitated groan, Daizha gazed into the eyes of the strange man, whom was staring right at him. The man slowed to a stop, standing just over Daizha, dropping the knife. Some drool escaped the man's mouth, and dribbled into his scraggly beard. The vampire plucked up the fallen blade as he stood up, and jabbed it into the man's throat. If it were not for the fact that the man was clearly on some drug or another, be probably would have taken the opportunity to feed. "So rude." he muttered to himself. "You're telling me." Draeg said as he returned to his mining Daizhe prodded the man's corpse with his foot, now far to unsettle to get back to sleep. With a rather exaggerated sigh, he picked up his own pickaxe, and joined Draeg in his endeavour. Sometimes, his partner wondered why he even bothered, for all the fuss he made when he did. The soft thuds grew louder, as a Golem made its way over to remove the corpse. They were usually not very fast, though one rather daring prisoner had decided to see what they could do, and attacked one. He did not last long, though every prisoner seems to spin a different tale of how, exactly, he was killed. There was something else coming down their tunnel, as well. Another prisoner, though he hoped they were friendly than the last one. There had been more than enough excitement for today with that little episode. It was rare that anyone came with ill intent, usually they only came for his blood, or information. They were a hub for both, and that was probably the only thing that kept them in touch with the other prisoners outside of meal breaks.