Post by K Man on Apr 18, 2005 9:26:33 GMT -5
Londo and Graak - Moving across the plains, thankfully, is uneventful. The constant sway of the red-thrush keeps you alert - your eyes scanning for any sign of an enemy - but you come across nothing larger than a gazelle.
It is by dawn on the second day of your travels that you spot the smoke on the horizon indicating a city in the distance. As you near, you think to yourself that city was perhaps no the wisest choice of words. More like a scant collection of brokendown huts and boarded up buildings.
The streets, once smooth cobblestone, have become bumpy and unforgiving as they appear to have not been cared for in some time. The buildings lining the streets are a sad testament to a glory of the past, each once brightly painted and decorated but since faded and decrepit.
The few people that do mill about the village on their business pay you little regard, not so much ignorant of your presence as they are just uncaring.
There isn't much here, but just down the street you do spot the usual activity of a inn and a general store - both with a bit of pulse.
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Elxethan - Some time passes before you finally come to, the gently sound of your new bird companion pecking on a barrel waking you up.
How long...?
Your head is still groggy from the expenditure of energy and because it is still adjusting to being blind. It's an unusual feeling, not being able to absorb things visually as you have all your life. Since it has been such a short amount of time since the magic took ahold of your vision, your other senses have yet to hone themselves.
A quick feel and you reach Satara, still unmoving and asleep on the floor next to you.
But...are you alone enough to call out for anyone else? You do not sense Drop'Gar's presence...
Has something happened?
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Drop'Gar - Satisified that his magic has taken root in your mind, Arturick takes his time floating down to the ground. Once he lands, he brushes his robes clean, teasing you, knowing you can do nothing. He finally takes a stride towards you and leans over your twisted, smiling face. You swear, even above your own hearty, uncontrollable laughter, you can hear his teeth gritting together.
"I know not what treachery the dark one has planned, but this will not go unanswer..."
He pauses, taking a moment to scan you visually. He seems to be digging into you with his cold gaze, as though his eyes suddenly picked up shovels and began excavating your soul. He puases for a moment.
"Well now...I guess this means I can't kill you until I find out what you've done with Satara." He brings his wand over his head, holding it much like an executioner would a sharp axe. "However, since I can't have you putting up a fight either..."
He brings it down repeatededly until the light fades from your vision and your ears go mute.
You come to, unsure of how much time has passed, but acutely aware of the pain. Your head pounds and your shoulders ache. Lifting your head and trying to open your eyes, only one breaks the crusted seal of blood and takes in the surroundings.
First off, the scenery hasn't changed much.
You're still in the cold, dank place under Arturick's. Although, you now are in a cell - probably one of the exits you saw earlier from the lab area. You are shackled to the wall, held high off the floor by a foot or more, your arms twisted painfully backwards and suspending your full weight.
Artiruck is no fool, he knows how to deal with spellcasters...
Also, you are gagged, but not with your standard filthy rag normally used. It is like a horse bridle, a metal bar bound tightly to your head and through your mouth with more metal. Speaking would be a hopeless task.
You also realise, with a solid shiver, you bear no clothes - save for a small sample of shorts for decency.
Nearby, the cursed and useless crossbow rests. Arturick, it would seem, lacked the ability or the care to remove the curse that brought you here in the first place.
You become vaguely aware of booted footsteps nearby. Not really approaching, but close enough to hear and sound of struggle.
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It is by dawn on the second day of your travels that you spot the smoke on the horizon indicating a city in the distance. As you near, you think to yourself that city was perhaps no the wisest choice of words. More like a scant collection of brokendown huts and boarded up buildings.
The streets, once smooth cobblestone, have become bumpy and unforgiving as they appear to have not been cared for in some time. The buildings lining the streets are a sad testament to a glory of the past, each once brightly painted and decorated but since faded and decrepit.
The few people that do mill about the village on their business pay you little regard, not so much ignorant of your presence as they are just uncaring.
There isn't much here, but just down the street you do spot the usual activity of a inn and a general store - both with a bit of pulse.
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Elxethan - Some time passes before you finally come to, the gently sound of your new bird companion pecking on a barrel waking you up.
How long...?
Your head is still groggy from the expenditure of energy and because it is still adjusting to being blind. It's an unusual feeling, not being able to absorb things visually as you have all your life. Since it has been such a short amount of time since the magic took ahold of your vision, your other senses have yet to hone themselves.
A quick feel and you reach Satara, still unmoving and asleep on the floor next to you.
But...are you alone enough to call out for anyone else? You do not sense Drop'Gar's presence...
Has something happened?
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Drop'Gar - Satisified that his magic has taken root in your mind, Arturick takes his time floating down to the ground. Once he lands, he brushes his robes clean, teasing you, knowing you can do nothing. He finally takes a stride towards you and leans over your twisted, smiling face. You swear, even above your own hearty, uncontrollable laughter, you can hear his teeth gritting together.
"I know not what treachery the dark one has planned, but this will not go unanswer..."
He pauses, taking a moment to scan you visually. He seems to be digging into you with his cold gaze, as though his eyes suddenly picked up shovels and began excavating your soul. He puases for a moment.
"Well now...I guess this means I can't kill you until I find out what you've done with Satara." He brings his wand over his head, holding it much like an executioner would a sharp axe. "However, since I can't have you putting up a fight either..."
He brings it down repeatededly until the light fades from your vision and your ears go mute.
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You come to, unsure of how much time has passed, but acutely aware of the pain. Your head pounds and your shoulders ache. Lifting your head and trying to open your eyes, only one breaks the crusted seal of blood and takes in the surroundings.
First off, the scenery hasn't changed much.
You're still in the cold, dank place under Arturick's. Although, you now are in a cell - probably one of the exits you saw earlier from the lab area. You are shackled to the wall, held high off the floor by a foot or more, your arms twisted painfully backwards and suspending your full weight.
Artiruck is no fool, he knows how to deal with spellcasters...
Also, you are gagged, but not with your standard filthy rag normally used. It is like a horse bridle, a metal bar bound tightly to your head and through your mouth with more metal. Speaking would be a hopeless task.
You also realise, with a solid shiver, you bear no clothes - save for a small sample of shorts for decency.
Nearby, the cursed and useless crossbow rests. Arturick, it would seem, lacked the ability or the care to remove the curse that brought you here in the first place.
You become vaguely aware of booted footsteps nearby. Not really approaching, but close enough to hear and sound of struggle.
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