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Gandalf_theGrey · 01-11-2003, 04:30 PM

* Maladil bounded the stairs to the dungeon, gliding up two at a time, sword clenched forwards. Seeing the Master of the Castle sweep like a cresting sea-wave of retribution through the corridor past the library to the staircase leading up, the Butler crammed the sheaf of papers he'd earned from Celumëomaryu into a temporary hiding-place and scrambled along behind. In his haste to blurt out a cover story before the conspiracy was all revealed, The Butler scuttled like a cockroach past Kenelm. Overtaking the noble lad, he stuck a flailing elbow through where Kenelm's ribs had once been. *

Father! Save me! Let me out! * Calimiel instinctively raised her right arm to make a fist and beat upon the shimmering, effervescent green cube again. But at the last moment, Anna's firm grip closed around Calimiel's new forearm with the tightness of nails digging deep, drawing blood. Wincing, Calimiel amended her cries. * Save us! Let us out!

* Terrible, bitter laughter welled up from Maladil. * Only the innocent shall be set free, Calimiel. Kenelm tells me that there are two prisoners deserving of their freedom within the cell. That man cowering against the wall would be one. The other has been ensnared with you?

NNOOOO !!! * Celumëomaryu screamed, hoarse and mind curdling. * Anna has joined Calimiel in treachery! Only the Man remains untouched, … and alive, as himself. You must never let them out, for this crime!

* Meanwhile, the Butler tugged at Maladil's sleeves to no avail, muttering: * Pardon me, my Lord … if I may, Master Maladil … a word with you, good Sir …

* Kenelm looked quietly on in the background, gazing from one to another. *

Take your key, Celumëomaryu, and free the Man. He has no place here, and must leave. He is to have safe passage out of the Castle, and off my land. Meanwhile, Calimiel and Anna shall remain in this prison of their own making. * Maladil's voice rose hysterically. * WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, DAUGHTER? WHAT SORT OF FATE DO YOU DESERVE? * Maladil strode through the bars in a flash, slipping his blade Orc Bane lithely between the gaps of rusty iron columns. An inch away from the ethereal flickering cube, he sheathed the sword. * YOU'VE PUT YOURSELVES THERE, THERE YOU'LL STAY. * Wheeling around, Maladil appeared to just suddenly notice the presence of the Butler. * EXPLAIN.

* The Butler fought back a whimper and managed a bow. * Of course, Sir. Apparently, these prisoners, as you call them, have suffered a mishap. Unfortunately now made far more grievous by … * The Butler glanced towards Anna and Calimiel within the gyrating green cube, then discreetly glanced away. * This group of travelling Men had an accident when their wagon left the road, I think. They must have stumbled, injured and weary, onto the grounds of Laurëondo. Celumëomaryu and I, and Anna and Calimiel, sought to nurse them back to health. We had no wish to disturb you, meanwhile, knowing how you feel about unwanted visitors and the importance of your privacy. Alas, several have died, to our great grief. * The Butler hung his head and stood forlorn, with downcast eyes. *

* A rattling of keys announced that Celumëomaryu had unlocked the dungeon door. The sole survivor, agog, eyes bulging, leapt with all his remaining strength towards the door, rushed through it, rushed clean through Celumëomaryu as if she weren't there, and ran for it. Maladil hovered behind at the Man's heels, seeing the mortal safely out the Castle door. *

[ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

01-11-2003, 04:30 PM	#257
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	* Maladil bounded the stairs to the dungeon, gliding up two at a time, sword clenched forwards. Seeing the Master of the Castle sweep like a cresting sea-wave of retribution through the corridor past the library to the staircase leading up, the Butler crammed the sheaf of papers he'd earned from Celumëomaryu into a temporary hiding-place and scrambled along behind. In his haste to blurt out a cover story before the conspiracy was all revealed, The Butler scuttled like a cockroach past Kenelm. Overtaking the noble lad, he stuck a flailing elbow through where Kenelm's ribs had once been. * Father! Save me! Let me out! * Calimiel instinctively raised her right arm to make a fist and beat upon the shimmering, effervescent green cube again. But at the last moment, Anna's firm grip closed around Calimiel's new forearm with the tightness of nails digging deep, drawing blood. Wincing, Calimiel amended her cries. * Save us! Let us out! * Terrible, bitter laughter welled up from Maladil. * Only the innocent shall be set free, Calimiel. Kenelm tells me that there are two prisoners deserving of their freedom within the cell. That man cowering against the wall would be one. The other has been ensnared with you? NNOOOO !!! * Celumëomaryu screamed, hoarse and mind curdling. * Anna has joined Calimiel in treachery! Only the Man remains untouched, … and alive, as himself. You must never let them out, for this crime! * Meanwhile, the Butler tugged at Maladil's sleeves to no avail, muttering: * Pardon me, my Lord … if I may, Master Maladil … a word with you, good Sir … * Kenelm looked quietly on in the background, gazing from one to another. * Take your key, Celumëomaryu, and free the Man. He has no place here, and must leave. He is to have safe passage out of the Castle, and off my land. Meanwhile, Calimiel and Anna shall remain in this prison of their own making. * Maladil's voice rose hysterically. * WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, DAUGHTER? WHAT SORT OF FATE DO YOU DESERVE? * Maladil strode through the bars in a flash, slipping his blade Orc Bane lithely between the gaps of rusty iron columns. An inch away from the ethereal flickering cube, he sheathed the sword. * YOU'VE PUT YOURSELVES THERE, THERE YOU'LL STAY. * Wheeling around, Maladil appeared to just suddenly notice the presence of the Butler. * EXPLAIN. * The Butler fought back a whimper and managed a bow. * Of course, Sir. Apparently, these prisoners, as you call them, have suffered a mishap. Unfortunately now made far more grievous by … * The Butler glanced towards Anna and Calimiel within the gyrating green cube, then discreetly glanced away. * This group of travelling Men had an accident when their wagon left the road, I think. They must have stumbled, injured and weary, onto the grounds of Laurëondo. Celumëomaryu and I, and Anna and Calimiel, sought to nurse them back to health. We had no wish to disturb you, meanwhile, knowing how you feel about unwanted visitors and the importance of your privacy. Alas, several have died, to our great grief. * The Butler hung his head and stood forlorn, with downcast eyes. * * A rattling of keys announced that Celumëomaryu had unlocked the dungeon door. The sole survivor, agog, eyes bulging, leapt with all his remaining strength towards the door, rushed through it, rushed clean through Celumëomaryu as if she weren't there, and ran for it. Maladil hovered behind at the Man's heels, seeing the mortal safely out the Castle door. * [ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]