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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 9, 2004 22:38:19 GMT
Lead on, your Lordship. Keep a tight 'old on that white thing, lads.
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Post by Midnight on Jul 9, 2004 22:41:32 GMT
*Midnight's eyes widen and she begins to scream into the gag. After a couple of minutes she goes quiet again.*
*Thinks to herself* Stay calm, don't show your feelings. You know what to do when you get a chance.
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 9, 2004 22:42:45 GMT
Noisy one, isn't she, your Lordship? Want Tiny to knock 'er out - 'e could carry 'er, no trouble.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 9, 2004 22:43:56 GMT
"No need a few days in my little "Spechial guest" room will tame her
*Brinkatore leads them to a room further down the corridoor, he opens it.*
"Inside. Oh were are my manners. Ladies First Miss Midnight."
*The room is a small cell with just a matress on the floor and a window high up on the wall.*
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Post by Midnight on Jul 9, 2004 22:47:15 GMT
*Walk's into the room and looks around. She spots the window and almost sighs with relief. She looks at the Count with unmasked hatred in her eyes for a split second then it's gone again.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 9, 2004 22:48:58 GMT
Right - we can feed her every day or two.
* Knocks Midnight to the floor on her front, pulls her legs up to her bound wrists and ties her ankles together with the same rope, leaving her hog-tied. *
D'you want the white thing left 'ere as well or shall we take it to Marble'ead?
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 9, 2004 22:49:26 GMT
"Leave it, it's half dead with fright. It won't cause much hassale. Chuck it in."
*Grippa and Rhark obay and hurl Mog in she splats aginst the stone floor with a sickning thud.*
"Right now you 2 get some rest."
*Bends down and pulls the gag out of Midnights mouth*
"And when he's free me and my freind Master Hands here will take you to meet lord Fear."
"They'll like him won't they Sylvester."
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 9, 2004 22:54:04 GMT
Oh yeah, 'e's ever so nice, loves kids and all that. Anyway, someone'll be along with some food tomorrow. If you're lucky.
* Hands and Brinkatore leave, locking the door behind them. *
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Post by Midnight on Jul 9, 2004 23:02:04 GMT
*Watches them leave the room as everything goes quiet she begins to talk to herself.*
"Well look what your trusting in humans has got you now. You know their not trust worthy yet you insist on trusting them."
*Looks to the Moogle.*
"I'm so sorry Mog. I hope you forgive me when you wake up."
*Tries to get as comfortable as possible as the room darkens and night begins to fall.*
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The Brollachan
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 10, 2004 9:20:47 GMT
* In the wall in front bricks start to move and a familiar face appears * [ModNote: Last seen here.] Well, well you have got yourself in an awkward situation. I may be able to help you escape but I'm not certain what the floor is made of. If soil I may be able to create a tunnel, I've made one for a troll before now. If it is concrete then it calls for a trick that I haven't tried for a long time.
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Post by Midnight on Jul 10, 2004 13:19:40 GMT
*Raises her head the few inches that she can to look at the Brollachan.*
* The room begins to lighten as a new day begins.*
"I'm afraid it's made out of stone.
"I know your a wall monster but who are you?"
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 10, 2004 17:39:02 GMT
Oh sorry I thought I had introduced myself. Anyway I am known as The Brollachan, and I am a shape changer. As you may have guessed I can travel along walls, floors, ceilings, and any other substance of the dungeon.
In theory I may be able to help you escape as I can swallow items from within the dungeon. I'll try practising this by transporting a brick from my room of little knowledge into this room.
Do you know anywhere that may contain a lock pick or something useful?
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 10, 2004 20:11:23 GMT
*as the Brollochan's dulling voice echoes around the small cell-like room, the little moogle starts to stir.*
k..........ku......p...oooo........... oooooooh.........ohh...ow... soooooore,
*she tries to lift her head, but the final throw by the goblins caused her to cut her head really badly. concidering her size, there is a lot of blood.*
*In the time she has been lying on the floor, the blood has congealed, glueing her head and pompom to the floor....*
*as she opens her eyes, she sees nothing but big yellow birds.... a few stars but generally everything is quite blurry*
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 10, 2004 20:32:36 GMT
* Notices Madmogsue stirring with head partically stuck to floor *
Hang on I've might be able sort you out, this may feel weird
*Slowly moves from wall down along the floor and trys to cause a disruption in the concrete to prevent Madmogsue's head from being 'glued to floor'.* *Travels back up the opposite wall, and then moves to the wall which he originally appeared on (by travelling along the walls). *
Did that do the trick?
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Post by Midnight on Jul 10, 2004 20:48:25 GMT
*Watches in amazement as Brollachan moves around the room.*
"That must come in handy. What do you want a lockpick for?"
*Watches Mog a worried look crosses her face.*
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