7 - 048: An Army of the Dark

[K Man]

Londo and Graak - {Fall over dead... Just kidding...actions? Responses?}
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Elxethan - Satara remains still but you get the feeling, from a slight twinge in her skin, that's she's grinning.



"Do your worst. I feel no pity for one who strikes from the shadows in deciet like a coward."

"I didn't make you blind. I just placed your eyes in the darkness since that is where you seem to live..."

She stiffens, having delivered her resolute statement.
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Drop'Gar - Arturick reaches into a robe pocket and produces a long, blackened iron key. He inserts it into the lock, gives it a twist and pulls the prison door open. As he steps inside, the swarming undead aborted figures move towards...anxious to take your flesh.



"That missing leg must be a pain for you cripple, having to hear the 'thump' of it everytime you enter an inn...everytime you try to run like a coward."

"It would drive me insane."

"But I digress. Satara is very important to me and you, well, you are not. Tell me where she is."

"A simple head nod will do."

"Yes....or no?"
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[Japic]

Running through his mind there is no possible good outcome for this. If he tells, blind Elxethan is in very serious trouble. If he doesn't he's sure to suffer and perish in this man's clutches. Well if nothing else this was no time to be a coward. He had to do what he could, surely an opportunity would present itsself.

Blinking closed his one eye Drop'Gar looks dejectedly at the floor before reluctantly nodding. He'll not give anything up, he just wants to give this bastard another hitch in his once perfect plans. Once the gag were out, he could atleast tell the man what he could do with Satara.

[Wizard]

Elxethan mentally stumbles a bit at Satara's relatively sunny outlook. Wouldn't she mind being blind? And how can a secret servant of Wee Jas consider herself open and honest?

Senolai ruffles her feathers against him; it has been a little while since he's fed her. He was unconscious for quite some time, after all. Drop'gar should have been back by now...

Elxethan starts. It's been over twenty-four hours since the bard left---and he obviously hadn't returned. Something must have gone wrong.

"Pity is not the issue here. And my eyes---"

Elxethan pulls on the staff until he's sure Satara is unconscious. He makes sure of this---he yells in her face and gives her a pinch or two to be certain.

Then he reflects. Might as well use the pair of eyes he does have.

"Senolai...she's out, right?"

"Sheesh...glad you finally decided to talk to me. I'm not just some dumb animal, you know."

"Wha...you can talk?"

"No, I'm just making hawk-sounds that sound remarkably like speech. Yes, I can talk. And yes, she's out."

"We'll need to work on that sarcasm. Is there a sack or something around here? Something to put her in?"

"Yeah...there's a big burlap sack thingy over to your right. Keep going...it's right next to your left foot."

Elxethan bends down to grab for the bag, and then freezes.

For a split second, he sees the bag, but as though he were ten feet or so behind himself, and lower to the ground. Except that he doesn't just see the bag---he zeroes in on the bag; each individual fiber is clearly visible and highly detailed. And then it's over. Back to darkness just as quickly and abruptly.

But then, of course, he's blind. It must have been his imagination.

He grabs the bag, unties Satara, and then (under Senolai's direction) ties Satara again, independent of the chair. (Taking 20 here.) Then he slips her into the bag, feet first.

Elxethan then grabs a bit of horsehair from his pouch, walks to the alley door, and lets the wind take the horsehair on its way.

In a moment, Elxethan's gray horse is arrived. He drapes Satara's bagged and tied form over the back, and is about to climb on, when he remembers something. Going back inside, he pulls a quill and parchment from another pouch.

My agent for yours. Talk to the Traveler.

He hands the parchment to Senolai, who carefully---oh so carefully---slides it into the opening he and Drop'gar had spotted last night.

And then he mounts his horse, and the strange trio---a blind wizard, a talking hawk, and an unconscious evil priestess---slowly ride away, out of town.

[Toptomcat]

(sorry, connection trouble)
Graak smiles, conciously offsetting his formidable appearence with a disarming manner.
"Hello, there. Is there anywhere in this town where we could buy horses? "

[BluSpecs]

Londo snaps out of his stupor and looks around the room for anything out of place.