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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 10, 2004 23:43:46 GMT
"Ah purely Buissness My dear."
"My father may he rest in peace was to emmotional in his Loyaltly to Lord Fear."
"I am by no meens disloyal. But I am not A fool either, I know Fear dose not regard my Familys freindship as something to return Mutchally."
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Post by Midnight on Jul 10, 2004 23:51:49 GMT
"Buisness or not you work for him. Your his minion."
*As her anger builds her blue gem begins to glow.*
*Thinks to herself* Must keep calm, must keep calm.
"What do you want any way?"
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 10, 2004 23:56:58 GMT
*The counts Replie is to walk up to Midnight Kneel down and untie her legs but he leaves her hands and wrist's bound. He lifts her to her feet then pull her head towards his and kissies her.*
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Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2004 0:00:23 GMT
*Repulsed by the kiss she tries to pull back but the Count has her backed up against a wall. So she bites Count Brinkatore drawing blood*
*Her legs begin to tingle as blood rushes to them and she almost falls to the floor. Luckily she leans against the wall and stays upright.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 0:01:47 GMT
"OWWWW."
"You little Wild Cat."
"I think a few days with out food might ake you more agreeabale towards me."
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Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2004 0:07:08 GMT
"I'll never be agreeable to you. Ever. So you might as well forget about it and just hand me over to Lord Fear."
*She has a look of smugness on her face.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 0:09:58 GMT
"If thats the way you want it so be it."
*Storms out. Forgetting to tie Midnight's feet up again.*
"But I'm affraid he's still indisposed so your gonner have to be my guest for a few more days."
*He slams the door as he dose so a dagger in his belt is dissloged and falls to the floor. It slides along to with in a few inches of Midnight. It becomes loged in a crack in the floor, the blade jutting out.*
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Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2004 0:18:14 GMT
*The smug look fades from her face. The look was an act.*
*She sees the dagger on the floor. After a couple of minutes she walks across the floor and rubs her bound wrists against the blade.Soon the bounds begin to loosen and she is able to untie her hands.*
*Rubbing her wrists she looks to the hole and follows Mog down it.*
*As she goes down the hole she pulls the slabs over the hole to prevent anyone followong them.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 14:50:24 GMT
*A few minuets after Midnight had escaped Marcus renterd looking for his Dagger. He stopped and staried round the empty cell in shock.*
"GAURDS. THE PRISONERS HAVE ESCAPED!!!!!!!!"
*Marcus ran down the passage way, soon the word was spread amoungst not only hs personal gaurd but also the "Asosiation" Members.*
"Be on the look out for a young woman, and a small white creature. Wanted Dead or Alive."
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 11, 2004 15:31:56 GMT
[OCC: Probably stating the obvious, best continued in a thread in the Dungeon, prehaps called 'On the run']
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 19:01:57 GMT
*About 5 minets after Mog & Midnight had made there escape, Count Marcus Brinkatore and his right hand man Benito Quill are serching the cell for any clues to how they got out.*
"They can't just have dissaperd into thin air Quill!!!"
<Quill>
"Unless the seniorita had some Magic sir."
"No, she didn't have the look of a sourcerss. A Bitch yes but not a Witch or souceress."
*Marcus walks over into a darkend cprner of the cell, as he dose so his foot dissapers down a hole as the slab he had been standing on fell away. Marcus grabed a nere by Iron hook in the wall to save himself from plumeting into the hole.*
"Dragons Blood, that was close."
*Looks down the hole, see's the tunnal and puts 2 & 2 together. An evil smile appers on his face.*
"QUILL."
"Yes Your Countship?"
"Get a Light, I've found there escape route."
*Quill quickly got burning tourch and he and Marcus set off down the tunnal in persuit of Midnight and Mog.*
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Post by Coriolis on Jul 12, 2004 15:55:46 GMT
[several hours have now passed] SPELLCASTING: F-A-D-E *On seeing a small crowd clustering around one of the vilages more dilapidated dwellings, the Tiger aproaches cautiously. A large group of bystanders generally means that something of interest has happened in the recent past.* *Although the apparent event, whatever it may be, has probably long past, the tigers experience is that people talk and gossip. This 'gossip' may be a useful source of information* *The air is thick of the scent of Faerie creatures... What IS this place?* Let's see what we can see. Best be careful though, my discovery may upset the balance of the crowd and lose me this oppertunity... *pads forward, keeping to the shadows and close to the ground* [ModNote: Coriolis is seen again in Reconnaissance.]
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 12, 2004 19:58:22 GMT
[OCC: This thread is effectively dead as it has been continued in 'On the Run' in the dungeon forums.]
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