Mists over the Musarde, Chapter Four
Bennedict watches all of this closely, trying to let the tense situation defuse itself and stay out of the way, no matter which way the chips fell. He breathed a small sigh of relief as it appears things are going to end without bloodshed.
He steps forward and rests a hand comfortingly on Jon's shoulder. "Don't worry, son. We'll find a way to cure you. Some of the popular legends say that killing the werecreature that transformed you is enough to break the curse alone, though I won't count on that." He smiles, and tries to make it look reassuring. "In any case, Herr Jon, you have my word I'll do everything I can to fix this."
He pauses, hearing the sounds of hooves coming closer. "That is assuming, of course, we get out of this place alive..."
He steps forward and rests a hand comfortingly on Jon's shoulder. "Don't worry, son. We'll find a way to cure you. Some of the popular legends say that killing the werecreature that transformed you is enough to break the curse alone, though I won't count on that." He smiles, and tries to make it look reassuring. "In any case, Herr Jon, you have my word I'll do everything I can to fix this."
He pauses, hearing the sounds of hooves coming closer. "That is assuming, of course, we get out of this place alive..."
"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
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As Jon gets back into his ripped clothing and gathers up his gear from the floor, the sound of hooves grows quite loud- then abruptly stops.
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''Are you grown so feeble that you cannot even walk, brave knight? What a pity.''
The cold voice of Wolutha sounds from the shadows of the teleport room.
The cold voice of Wolutha sounds from the shadows of the teleport room.
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"Ah crud! Well me ma ne'er raised me ta be no runner. I might be a lil ascared o her, but no Darkender e'er runned from a fight." Norzak takes his wand in his hand. Lemme know where she is he orders his shadow then turns to Cirdan. Whispering "Awright, me shadow's gonna tell me where she is exactly, an keep an eye on er. I ain goin nowhere, bub. Let me pal give us er location first."
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There is a moment's hesitation on Dorgio's face when he hears Jon's explanation. But only a moment's. In the brief but pregnant silence that follows Dorgio raises a brow, scrutinizing the boy's face, and then the tip of his spearpoint drops by a finger's breadth. But whether it is from the boy's explanation, his comrade's urgings, or the sound of beating hooves is hard to say.
And then the boy runs.
The priest almost makes a move to catch him, but there are lives yet to be saved or lost. Seeing Cirdan's state, he hands the knight his broken sword. "A shame. But be looking on the bright side; if I am killed, you can have my spear!" There is a hint of jocularity in his voice, but only in the sense that there is a hint of vermouth in a Paridonian alcoholic's gin.
He then returns to Alain, and whispers back, "If she is getting close, we will be making her go far again."
And then, to the darkness, he speaks a single word. "Wat."
And then the boy runs.
The priest almost makes a move to catch him, but there are lives yet to be saved or lost. Seeing Cirdan's state, he hands the knight his broken sword. "A shame. But be looking on the bright side; if I am killed, you can have my spear!" There is a hint of jocularity in his voice, but only in the sense that there is a hint of vermouth in a Paridonian alcoholic's gin.
He then returns to Alain, and whispers back, "If she is getting close, we will be making her go far again."
And then, to the darkness, he speaks a single word. "Wat."
"You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” -Wuthering Heights
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in the hallway[main party]
Concealed in the shadows of the teleport room, the witch speaks.
''You wish to have your friend Wat returned to you? That is easily arranged. Kneel to me, swear fealty and I shall set him at liberty. ''
further down the hall[Jon]
Jon runs down the hall, all alone. He passes through an unlocked door at the end of the hall, up a short flight of stairs, and down another hall -this one lined with prison cells. From one of the cells, a familiar voice calls out-
''Jon, is that you? Wait! ''
Wat, dirty and disheveled, is chained to the rear wall of a cell to Jon's left.
Concealed in the shadows of the teleport room, the witch speaks.
''You wish to have your friend Wat returned to you? That is easily arranged. Kneel to me, swear fealty and I shall set him at liberty. ''
further down the hall[Jon]
Jon runs down the hall, all alone. He passes through an unlocked door at the end of the hall, up a short flight of stairs, and down another hall -this one lined with prison cells. From one of the cells, a familiar voice calls out-
''Jon, is that you? Wait! ''
Wat, dirty and disheveled, is chained to the rear wall of a cell to Jon's left.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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Jonathan, seeing Wat chained to the wall moves over to him. Using the set of picks he has sewed into his clothing he goes to work on the manacles (1).
"I'll free you Wat, Shhhh. Be quiet now, we don't want to alert the witch."
(1) Disable device check. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2161202/
"I'll free you Wat, Shhhh. Be quiet now, we don't want to alert the witch."
(1) Disable device check. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2161202/
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in the cell-
Jon gets into the cell easily enough [the very crude and ancient lock is so rusted as to be useless, so the door swings open with a good hard tug]. The manacles are not such a simple matter, but the boy is making progress with them.
Wat remains silent while Jon works.
Jon gets into the cell easily enough [the very crude and ancient lock is so rusted as to be useless, so the door swings open with a good hard tug]. The manacles are not such a simple matter, but the boy is making progress with them.
Wat remains silent while Jon works.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
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"Is that the same deal you were making with Gaston?" He gestures to the corpse with a shaky hand. "Or with the villagers?" The corners of his lips turn downward. "Or was it a more grisly pact? The bones of many little were crying out for solace when last we were coming here. So many lives Wolutha, but to purpose? We have seen your might, I am bearing its scars. But the children, why was it needed, for one already so powerful?"
<i>Keep her talking</i>, he tells himself, <i>hells and devils, maybe it will even be working <b>this</b> time</i>.
<i>Keep her talking</i>, he tells himself, <i>hells and devils, maybe it will even be working <b>this</b> time</i>.
"You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” -Wuthering Heights
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Wolutha answers in an angry voice-
'' The children? THE CHILDREN! What do you know of it, mortal fool? My father took pity on the children, and it was the death of him. I made the black-robes howl for that crime. Vengeance I took, but power and wisdom also. I wrested from them their secret lore- with rack, and sword, and fire! ''
'' The children? THE CHILDREN! What do you know of it, mortal fool? My father took pity on the children, and it was the death of him. I made the black-robes howl for that crime. Vengeance I took, but power and wisdom also. I wrested from them their secret lore- with rack, and sword, and fire! ''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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