Birthright: Promises to Keep, Chapter 2

[ewancummins]

CORMAC



Foerde and the woman speak. She hands Foerde a sealed scroll. He opens the scroll and reads.

And then the woman steps away from Foerde. She laughs.

Foerde vanishes into thin air!

[ewancummins]

FOERDE, IN THE STONE ROOM



Foerde regains his sight.

Candles flicker from deep alcoves in a round wall of black stone and thick-varnished timber.

A little red evening glimmer filters in through a narrow window set with stout bronze bars.

Across the small room, a heavy wooden door stands shut.

[ewancummins]

CELLAR, ROALD

''You see much, human, yet still you do not understand. No matter, you will be dead soon enough."

She smiles at Roald and laughs.

"Such confidence, I'm impressed, sidhe," Roald says, still speaking in Elvish. "Especially given your current situation. You kin must be up to something truly brilliant. It can't just be that you're a foolish little girl sent by her bitter elders to die in captivity."

"No, it cannot be."

[RocEter]

FOERDE, IN THE STONE ROOM



Foerde regains his sight.

Candles flicker from deep alcoves in a round wall of black stone and thick-varnished timber.

A little red evening glimmer filters in through a narrow window set with stout bronze bars.

Across the small room, a heavy wooden door stands shut.

Foerde curses himself for falling victim to a trap. He knew something was off, but she knew of his past! No one in Tournen knows about that far in his past...

He examines himself, as best he can, to see if he still wearing his armor and equipment.

[Adam]

Cormac had been pretending not to know what the others were saying, but is still caught off-guard as the feral human disappears. He pops from his chair, snatching a handaxe from his belt.

"What sorcery was tha'?" he shouts, prepared to throw it if the woman does anything but answer. "It'd be best fer ye if ye bring him back now."

[ewancummins]

FOERDE, IN THE STONE ROOM



Foerde regains his sight.

Candles flicker from deep alcoves in a round wall of black stone and thick-varnished timber.

A little red evening glimmer filters in through a narrow window set with stout bronze bars.

Across the small room, a heavy wooden door stands shut.

Foerde curses himself for falling victim to a trap. He knew something was off, but she knew of his past! No one in Tournen knows about that far in his past...

He examines himself, as best he can, to see if he still wearing his armor and equipment.

Everything that he was wearing or carrying when he read the scroll remains on his person.

Everything but the scroll, that is.

[ewancummins]

CORMAC

Cormac had been pretending not to know what the others were saying, but is still caught off-guard as the feral human disappears. He pops from his chair, snatching a handaxe from his belt.

"What sorcery was tha'?" he shouts, prepared to throw it if the woman does anything but answer. "It'd be best fer ye if ye bring him back now."

"It would be best for you if you dropped that silly, harmless axe, manling."

Her smile widens. Silver fur erupts from her smooth skin as her jaw pops, stretching and changing shape. Her teeth grow longer...

[RocEter]

Foerde in the Stone Room

Foerde unsheathes his sword and walks towards the door, he attempts to open it.

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OOC: Foerde has his sword, armor, shield, holy symbol and some water on his person.

[ewancummins]

Foerde in the Stone Room

Foerde unsheathes his sword and walks towards the door, he attempts to open it.

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OOC: Foerde has his sword, armor, shield, holy symbol and some water on his person.

It seems to be locked.

He kicks the door, but it won't budge.

[Adam]

"Righ," he says, "I'll just let ye eat me then, eh?"

He begins backing towards the door. "If ye're gonna talk, talk. If ye're here to fight, let's be on with it."

[ewancummins]

CORMAC

"Righ," he says, "I'll just let ye eat me then, eh?"

He begins backing towards the door. "If ye're gonna talk, talk. If ye're here to fight, let's be on with it."

She advances, the change rippling over her frame.

Cormac hurls the axe, striking her between the eyes.

She rears back, yipping like an injured beast, and then comes on.

The superficial wound left by the axe closes even as she leaps at him...

[Adam]

Cormac barrels for the cellar, seeing the relative ineffectiveness of his thrown axe. He dives down through the trap door, turning back to grab the pull-ring and slam it shut behind him. "She's right on my heels!" he pants, "Weapons don't work on her!"

[ewancummins]

Cormac barrels for the cellar, seeing the relative ineffectiveness of his thrown axe. He dives down through the trap door, turning back to grab the pull-ring and slam it shut behind him. "She's right on my heels!" he pants, "Weapons don't work on her!"

FOERDE'S CELLAR


Reese, startled, drops the candle on the floor. The light flickers but doesn't go out.

Ned and Hob turn to look at their boss, carrying a cask between the two of them.
Ned says,
"Who?"
Hob says, "What?"

(Cormac sees Roald standing across the cellar, looming over the seated elf prisoner.)

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald picks up the bound elf and slings her over his shoulder.

"Out of the cellar, now!"

[ewancummins]

Roald picks up the bound elf and slings her over his shoulder.

"Out of the cellar, now!"

Ned and Hob join the retreat, still carrying their cask.

They let Cormac move ahead of them.