A Word About Shackles

Shackles are an important item to keep someone restrainted.  They come in all sorts of colors and metal types.  Some are more gilded than others, and even some are more metaphorical than actual. Restraints are important when you are engaged in slavery, law enforcement, sexual adventurism (not my thing, but you know I've heard some enjoy it).  They are especially important when dealing with magical users, as the proper shackles can prevent them from actually using their abilities. Not so proper shackles though will just make them think they are actually imprisoned, but not actually be locked up (I think you can probably guess where I'm going with this).

Yes I was fooled by my own lack of inventiveness to believe the shackles I had on were the proper type. They looked like the real thing, I had no reason to suspect they weren't the real thing! Also I'll couch this in that they are all magic eaters so I was afraid they'd just eat any spells I'd use to free myself (even if it was just one guy looking at me, and even then he wasn't really paying attention to me).  So I could use my magic the whole time and I kept myself shackled to a rock for I guess back support (we'll ignore how I discovered I could do this, because frankly it was a little embarrasing).

I waited till creepshow went to sleep watching me and quickly melted the ring holding my shackles in place and then severed the chain themselves (but not the shackles, super heated metal right next to my wrist not something I really wanted). Creepshow didn't even notice when I took his dagger and slit his throat (if I was feeling petty I would have said something about lying about killing him last, but I didn't want to alert the other magic eaters).  He also had a pistol I took, even though I'm awful with shooting a fire arm (it was a cave, I could have gotten lucky bouncing a shot).  I checked over the church to see if anyone was coming and there didn't appear to be anyone, relieved I looked for a way out. There looked to only be a single entrance in (makes sense it was a cave not exactly something constructed), it wasn't as well lit so I creeped toward it, dagger in one hand pistol in the other (dagger in my left pistol in my right). As I drew close to the mouth of the entrance I could hear someone approaching, I readied myself turned the corner and ran right into Morley sticking a gun in my face.

"Trezlan nice to see you." I heard the hammer hit back on his pistol and thought for just a moment "I really hope that isn't one of my guns." What can I say, I was worried he stole that.