When you're on the run from someone you tend to make bad decisions. Like running to begin with, see stronger people mount a stand fight their enemy until the enemy fears them and legends are created around their bravery (or so I've heard, you know those legends tend to be written by people who got their asses kicked by a small group, perhaps they are exagerating what happened to explain their total failure as a military force?). Me I run, I run fast, I run far, I run until I have nothing left in me to run.
It's kep me alive this whole time, when there is a problem I should be confronting I run from it. Like I had a destination for an internment camp, but I still spent days running from the soldiers who were purusing me. I could have probably turned around, killed them, and then moved on, but thats not my nature. I tend to only fight when cornered, or angered, or when I'm annoyed. Basically if you've upset me look out.
I actually think I rode faster and farther than I needed to, eventually I found the southern coast line and heard or saw no tracks from my pursuers. I don't even know if they were following me, or were looking for me in general outside of me being a horse thief now. Either way with me finding the coast, I could easily locate myself on the map I had aquired and from there I could figure out a way to get to the internment camp. Didn't know exactly what I would do when I got to the camp, if it would still be there, or what they were interring there to begin with (I mean the map looked fairly oldish, so I doubt this was a new for the war location). All the same if I was going to rescue Morley that would be a good place to start, or to cause trouble, or just mess things up in general. And if there was ever something I was good at, its messing things up! So with a destination in hand, I made my preperations, fed and watered the stolen horse (I'd been riding haphazardly so the poor thing was hungry and making weird wheezing noises), gathered up some flammable materials (just in case) and said a prayer to whatever god would support a damn fool like myself and set off on another dumb adventure.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
I Hear Ya Knocking
There are distinct sounds on wood that I'll never forget. One of those is rushed boots up stairs, for multiple reasons hearing this immediately puts me in flight mode (No fight here, I mean I've murdered countless people, but boots can be anything). My first thought was that the yokel downstairs screwed me, well my first thought was actually "I'm trying to sleep you dicks knock it off with all the stomping" and then I remembered stomping was a bad thing. I was out the window as the door to my room burst in (second floor, it hurt to hit the ground but better than getting killed) I thought for a brief moment as I crashed into the ground "Who pays for the door repair when someone kicks one in?"
I hit the ground running, in that I mean I slammed into the ground, howled in pain and hobbled off. Behind me the sounds of shouting began, and then gunfire. I quickly crossed from my side of the dirty road to the other making my way behind that building to put space between me and my pursuers. As I rounded the corner I came across one very surprised stable boy tending the soldiers horses. I didn't kill the child (no point really, I'm not a monster), I just ran for the nearest horse, got on and took off in the night (I'm a habitual horse thief I'm sure my name would mean horse thief in some languages if anyone ever got my name correct).
I didn't really pick a direction so much as start riding in the "anywhere but here" one, the rain of course was still going on, so I was riding in the dark in hard rain, at a speed that was nowhere near safe. I'm frankly amazed I didn't hit a gap and break my neck. It did work in my favor though, I easily lost the soldiers, sadly other than knowing I traveled south again I had no idea where I currently was. I slowed the horse to a trot and tried to get a look at the land and came up short. I couldn't see a damn thing, I could tell I was still on a plain, and the grass looked fairly high, but outside of that nothing. I stopped the horse and hopped off, looking at my stolen goods, I noticed the soldier had included a bed roll with his possessions and took ownership of it immediately. While I was unraveling the bedroll I came across a fairly detailed map, with what appeared to be fortifications drawn on it? I couldn't be sure, but from the looks of it, I had the entire Ronerawth military deployment, including a spot indicated for "internment". Now all I had to do was figure out where the hell I was and then I could find Morley, in theory. It was better than when I woke up, despite being dry then and soaked to the bone a little bit later. That's my life though, in a better position, but a worse condition.
I hit the ground running, in that I mean I slammed into the ground, howled in pain and hobbled off. Behind me the sounds of shouting began, and then gunfire. I quickly crossed from my side of the dirty road to the other making my way behind that building to put space between me and my pursuers. As I rounded the corner I came across one very surprised stable boy tending the soldiers horses. I didn't kill the child (no point really, I'm not a monster), I just ran for the nearest horse, got on and took off in the night (I'm a habitual horse thief I'm sure my name would mean horse thief in some languages if anyone ever got my name correct).
I didn't really pick a direction so much as start riding in the "anywhere but here" one, the rain of course was still going on, so I was riding in the dark in hard rain, at a speed that was nowhere near safe. I'm frankly amazed I didn't hit a gap and break my neck. It did work in my favor though, I easily lost the soldiers, sadly other than knowing I traveled south again I had no idea where I currently was. I slowed the horse to a trot and tried to get a look at the land and came up short. I couldn't see a damn thing, I could tell I was still on a plain, and the grass looked fairly high, but outside of that nothing. I stopped the horse and hopped off, looking at my stolen goods, I noticed the soldier had included a bed roll with his possessions and took ownership of it immediately. While I was unraveling the bedroll I came across a fairly detailed map, with what appeared to be fortifications drawn on it? I couldn't be sure, but from the looks of it, I had the entire Ronerawth military deployment, including a spot indicated for "internment". Now all I had to do was figure out where the hell I was and then I could find Morley, in theory. It was better than when I woke up, despite being dry then and soaked to the bone a little bit later. That's my life though, in a better position, but a worse condition.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I Hate Small Towns
"Haven't seen any soldiers come through as of late, have to say though haven't seen a lot of people come through for quite a while Mr. Rorentino." The innkeeper/bartender talked in a drawl that almost made me want to take my eyes out. I had come down after drying out a bit and surveyed the area, a couple inns, a general store, a stable for horses and as always the rich person in town, not much more than a place to stop get some food and move on. No formal law though, which seemed strange, until you think about the kind of government Ronerawth uses. Oh also if you haven't noticed, master of damn disguise.
"Not even with the war one you haven't seen any soldiers?"
"There's a war on?" Overall's that was about it for his fashion sense, who just wears overalls? Yokel small town jerks in the middle of nowhere.
"Yes no one told you guys?"
"Well mail hasn't come in a bit, but he's always late around this time of year, who we fighting?" I swear I don't remember him chewing cude while talking to me, but you can just add that in, I'm sure he did chew it, just wasn't at the time.
"Yourselves, inner conflict because of the emperors tax policy."
"Is it really a war if you fight yourselves?" I was standing for this particular conversation, but I felt like I should be sitting with how dumb it was I felt.
"I don't even know how to respond to that, look if you see soldiers just come knock on my door or something." I went to leave before he could respond, I'm sure it was a sure or a "Why would I see soldiers?" If I ever said something nice about small towns, I TAKE IT ALL BACK THEY ARE THE WORST PLACES EVER! I do know now that all was not as it seemed, but I swear just remembering this conversation causes me to be so angry. SO ANGRY!
"Not even with the war one you haven't seen any soldiers?"
"There's a war on?" Overall's that was about it for his fashion sense, who just wears overalls? Yokel small town jerks in the middle of nowhere.
"Yes no one told you guys?"
"Well mail hasn't come in a bit, but he's always late around this time of year, who we fighting?" I swear I don't remember him chewing cude while talking to me, but you can just add that in, I'm sure he did chew it, just wasn't at the time.
"Yourselves, inner conflict because of the emperors tax policy."
"Is it really a war if you fight yourselves?" I was standing for this particular conversation, but I felt like I should be sitting with how dumb it was I felt.
"I don't even know how to respond to that, look if you see soldiers just come knock on my door or something." I went to leave before he could respond, I'm sure it was a sure or a "Why would I see soldiers?" If I ever said something nice about small towns, I TAKE IT ALL BACK THEY ARE THE WORST PLACES EVER! I do know now that all was not as it seemed, but I swear just remembering this conversation causes me to be so angry. SO ANGRY!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Walk it Off
I hate walking, I hate owing people things, and I most certainly hate the rain which started not too long after leaving the canyons formerly of Morley and Fizzle. This was also my fault for not properly dressing before I left, I mean I got a new robe from Fizzle and some boots (stylish yet refined, and too freaking small, its not like shorties have to have smaller feet than regular people, fizzle just apparently did, becuase he's stupid), there was a coat there, but I figured since it had been hot and arid in the canyons the rest of the world would follow suit. I was completely wrong as usual.
So within a few hours I looked like a drown rat wandering the country looking for a town, or Morley, or something else to distract me and leave Morley to his fate (if he wasn't already dead its not like Aloitious had any reason to keep him around once he had him, it was certainly in his best interest to kill him early in my experience). And so I walked, leery of seeing anything in the distance lest it be someone looking for me, or a creature time forgot, or someone else who needed my damn help (yes I know I said I was looking for a distraction, but not that kind of distraction). Thankfully there was nothing, just the usual empty green plains of this part of Ronerawth and the hateful rain soaking my very nature, keeping me awake at night (no tent, again I was genius here).
As I walked I could at least feel my ribs finally healing, despite all the days I've made them suffer they started relenting in their aching soreness. It was one of the few good things about my trip, though the cold I picked up from being in the rain and the wet certainly didn't help things. Any chance of me being stealthy went out the window when I let loose a hacking cough (not like I've ever been stealthy anyway). I did finally come to a ramshackle town in the middle of what appeared to be about six roads leading in different directions. I can only assume the town formed because of their position on the road ways, though there weren't any train tracks, either becuase it would be too difficult to reach the area, or its importance had diminished since the invention of rail.
Either way it served me because it meant they would be more out of touch than other towns (no telegraph lines either) and less likely to be aware of my fugitive status. I found one of two inn's in town and purchased a room for minimal coin (no need to draw attention to myself with spending a lot, also I'm cheap). It was nice to get out of the rain and take off my sopping clothes. While I laid down to figure out my next move, I stopped to consider just letting Morley die, but I realized that he was the kind of guy that in death would only get stronger. So if I didn't help him because I owed him, I helped him because I feared what he would become if he died. I really need to hope Morley never finds this journal, or I'm so dead (the dick references alone!).
So within a few hours I looked like a drown rat wandering the country looking for a town, or Morley, or something else to distract me and leave Morley to his fate (if he wasn't already dead its not like Aloitious had any reason to keep him around once he had him, it was certainly in his best interest to kill him early in my experience). And so I walked, leery of seeing anything in the distance lest it be someone looking for me, or a creature time forgot, or someone else who needed my damn help (yes I know I said I was looking for a distraction, but not that kind of distraction). Thankfully there was nothing, just the usual empty green plains of this part of Ronerawth and the hateful rain soaking my very nature, keeping me awake at night (no tent, again I was genius here).
As I walked I could at least feel my ribs finally healing, despite all the days I've made them suffer they started relenting in their aching soreness. It was one of the few good things about my trip, though the cold I picked up from being in the rain and the wet certainly didn't help things. Any chance of me being stealthy went out the window when I let loose a hacking cough (not like I've ever been stealthy anyway). I did finally come to a ramshackle town in the middle of what appeared to be about six roads leading in different directions. I can only assume the town formed because of their position on the road ways, though there weren't any train tracks, either becuase it would be too difficult to reach the area, or its importance had diminished since the invention of rail.
Either way it served me because it meant they would be more out of touch than other towns (no telegraph lines either) and less likely to be aware of my fugitive status. I found one of two inn's in town and purchased a room for minimal coin (no need to draw attention to myself with spending a lot, also I'm cheap). It was nice to get out of the rain and take off my sopping clothes. While I laid down to figure out my next move, I stopped to consider just letting Morley die, but I realized that he was the kind of guy that in death would only get stronger. So if I didn't help him because I owed him, I helped him because I feared what he would become if he died. I really need to hope Morley never finds this journal, or I'm so dead (the dick references alone!).
Monday, September 26, 2011
Help a Brother Out
It's silly to admit to, but I always feel better when I have my sword back. This gifted blade of Valyrms that I'm still not sure I didn't actually steal is a source of comfort in this world. Everytime I'm captured I feel I might lose it forever, but magically the damn thing keeps coming back. Probably also helps that just about everytime I'm in trouble I need a weapon of some kind and the sword fits the bill, and it does look imposing when I've got it at someones throat (well unless they know I'm a terrible swordsman, then they kind of mock me.)
I did find the key to my shackles in case you were wondering (though with a sword I guess I could have hacked them off and hoped to not slice off part of my body). It did take longer than I'd like to admit, so I had the corpse of Fizzle for a traveling companion a little while more than I'd prefer (its not like I have an actual comfort zone for being chained to a corpse, but this felt like it was excessive). I wasn't a complete callous monster, once I unchained the little jerk I took him out front with the stinking remains of his men and ignited all three in a nice funeral pyre. Sure it was more about the smell, but I still did it!
My total haul for killing Fizzle was some precious metal coins, some jewels, a couple books written in a language I couldn't immeadiately make out, and a note from Aloitious thanking him for delivering Morley. It raised to mind how long I'd been out from his electro shock, also why I just warranted getting staked out in a desert, but Morley was worth being traded for money. No damn respect! I'll admit I was two minds as to what do to Morley, on the one hand he had told me multiple times he would leave me to die, but on the other hand he had recently rescued me albeit by proxy.
So it was with heavy heart that I packed up the supplies I could aquire from Fizzle and set out to find Morley. In a way he truely was family, I never wanted him around when he was, he always seemed like a bigger problem than he was worth, and anytime I saw him things were about to get worse. I'm sure he feels the same way about me. I didn't exactly know where I was going when I set out from Fizzles cave home. I just started walking in the direction Morley and I were walking anyway and hoped for the best. Honestly as far as plans go, it wasn't exactly my worst one ever, hell it wasn't even the worst plan I'd had from the past few days!
I did find the key to my shackles in case you were wondering (though with a sword I guess I could have hacked them off and hoped to not slice off part of my body). It did take longer than I'd like to admit, so I had the corpse of Fizzle for a traveling companion a little while more than I'd prefer (its not like I have an actual comfort zone for being chained to a corpse, but this felt like it was excessive). I wasn't a complete callous monster, once I unchained the little jerk I took him out front with the stinking remains of his men and ignited all three in a nice funeral pyre. Sure it was more about the smell, but I still did it!
My total haul for killing Fizzle was some precious metal coins, some jewels, a couple books written in a language I couldn't immeadiately make out, and a note from Aloitious thanking him for delivering Morley. It raised to mind how long I'd been out from his electro shock, also why I just warranted getting staked out in a desert, but Morley was worth being traded for money. No damn respect! I'll admit I was two minds as to what do to Morley, on the one hand he had told me multiple times he would leave me to die, but on the other hand he had recently rescued me albeit by proxy.
So it was with heavy heart that I packed up the supplies I could aquire from Fizzle and set out to find Morley. In a way he truely was family, I never wanted him around when he was, he always seemed like a bigger problem than he was worth, and anytime I saw him things were about to get worse. I'm sure he feels the same way about me. I didn't exactly know where I was going when I set out from Fizzles cave home. I just started walking in the direction Morley and I were walking anyway and hoped for the best. Honestly as far as plans go, it wasn't exactly my worst one ever, hell it wasn't even the worst plan I'd had from the past few days!
Friday, September 23, 2011
FizzBang
Unarmed combat with hurt ribs and shackles is not a very fun thing. It would be not fun without the shackles and the ribs, but add those other things to it and it becomes super not fun (I always rate murdering people on a fun scale, some say I have issues). Either Fizzle wasn't paying attention to me, didn't feel the need to alert his guards, or I was extremely lucky, but I was able to make my way close to the entrance of the cave. I could see both guards wielding some kind of large battle axe type weapon that even on my best day I'd barely be able to lift off the ground. They didn't appear human at all, some kind of weird creature looking things from beyond (Fizzle must have been more than a Watcher he had powers and creatures beyond his stature).
Ordinarily I'd just use my magic on the beasts, this was of course entirely impossible due to the shackles. I also had no sword, so my combat abilties were vastly diminished. I did manage to find a solid piece of bone to potentially club one of the creatures with, so that was going to be my strategy (Yep, let me grab a bone and go to my death, another guarenteed Lorentino Victory). I don't believe in waiting for doom, so I made my way from underneath some long dead boney creature and charged ahead yelling as my shackles clanged behind me like some strange party favor. They both turned to look at me with what amounted to bemusement, I came up to about waist level (and I'm not that short really), so I'm sure on the threatometer I ranked pretty damn low. I ran up to the one on the right and swung my little bone mace at his head, hit his chest and the weapon shattered like well bone. The big beast of a man thing hefted down the axe from its shoulder and aimed to cut me in half in one blow, I ducked the horizontal slash and heard a sickening splort in both ears as apparently the creature on my left had the same thought as the beast on the right, they had sliced each other in two.
Not one to look a gift good turn of events in the mouth, I took up the splintered remains of my bone mace (no way would I be able to heft the weapons of these creatures) and continued on into Fizzle's cave. I hoped I wouldn't run across another one of the creatures, so I just ran full on navigating a long narrow tunnel until I arrived in Fizzle's bed chamber again, he was there of course waiting for me, my sword at the ready.
"You stupid fool! I watched you, I knew you were coming, I'm a watcher it's what I do!" He seemed a bit unhinged, I actually could smell the corruption on him now, I wondered if it was always there and before I was just too hungry/thirsty to care.
"And yet you didn't stop me Fizzle, I didn't intend on killing you before, but I'm damn sure going to enjoy it now." Bone vs Sword is not exactly a battle of the ages, especially since I knew my sword would cut through the bone, like well damn it bone.
"Do you think I know just watching magic boy? I have watched for years, I know magics you haven't heard of, now you watch in horror as I..." People love to monologue, I love to monologue, theres something delicious about talking about yourself, but when you are facing someone else who wants to kill you, talking about what you are going to do, instead of just doing it, is a bad idea. I had a plan for Fizzle, and that plan involved one of my loose shackles, I clasped the end of it around his wrist during his big speech.
"Bet you didn't see this coming." With his magic trapped inside of him he was stunned, just long enough for me to ram the bone fragment I had through his eye (thats all the description you'll get, but I assure you it was not a pretty sight). "Damn it I should have said watch this." I do find myself second guessing quips after the fact. I searched Fizzle over for a key to my shackles and did not find one, which sadly meant I would have to drag him around with me until I found a key. But that was an issue for after, my stomach couldn't take waiting any longer and so despite just murdering a man and having his corpse attached to my wrist, I sat down at his table and feasted on food and drink.
Yep, I killed a person and while shackled to their body ate their food. Have to admit he actually wasn't the worst dinner companion I've ever had. So there I was corpse hooked to me, feasting on food in the former cave of a watcher dead by my hand. Proof that life as always has weird things in store for us! Something I want engraved on my tombstone should I ever die. Though I think I've said that about a lot of things, my tombstone is going to read like a novel when I'm done.
Ordinarily I'd just use my magic on the beasts, this was of course entirely impossible due to the shackles. I also had no sword, so my combat abilties were vastly diminished. I did manage to find a solid piece of bone to potentially club one of the creatures with, so that was going to be my strategy (Yep, let me grab a bone and go to my death, another guarenteed Lorentino Victory). I don't believe in waiting for doom, so I made my way from underneath some long dead boney creature and charged ahead yelling as my shackles clanged behind me like some strange party favor. They both turned to look at me with what amounted to bemusement, I came up to about waist level (and I'm not that short really), so I'm sure on the threatometer I ranked pretty damn low. I ran up to the one on the right and swung my little bone mace at his head, hit his chest and the weapon shattered like well bone. The big beast of a man thing hefted down the axe from its shoulder and aimed to cut me in half in one blow, I ducked the horizontal slash and heard a sickening splort in both ears as apparently the creature on my left had the same thought as the beast on the right, they had sliced each other in two.
Not one to look a gift good turn of events in the mouth, I took up the splintered remains of my bone mace (no way would I be able to heft the weapons of these creatures) and continued on into Fizzle's cave. I hoped I wouldn't run across another one of the creatures, so I just ran full on navigating a long narrow tunnel until I arrived in Fizzle's bed chamber again, he was there of course waiting for me, my sword at the ready.
"You stupid fool! I watched you, I knew you were coming, I'm a watcher it's what I do!" He seemed a bit unhinged, I actually could smell the corruption on him now, I wondered if it was always there and before I was just too hungry/thirsty to care.
"And yet you didn't stop me Fizzle, I didn't intend on killing you before, but I'm damn sure going to enjoy it now." Bone vs Sword is not exactly a battle of the ages, especially since I knew my sword would cut through the bone, like well damn it bone.
"Do you think I know just watching magic boy? I have watched for years, I know magics you haven't heard of, now you watch in horror as I..." People love to monologue, I love to monologue, theres something delicious about talking about yourself, but when you are facing someone else who wants to kill you, talking about what you are going to do, instead of just doing it, is a bad idea. I had a plan for Fizzle, and that plan involved one of my loose shackles, I clasped the end of it around his wrist during his big speech.
"Bet you didn't see this coming." With his magic trapped inside of him he was stunned, just long enough for me to ram the bone fragment I had through his eye (thats all the description you'll get, but I assure you it was not a pretty sight). "Damn it I should have said watch this." I do find myself second guessing quips after the fact. I searched Fizzle over for a key to my shackles and did not find one, which sadly meant I would have to drag him around with me until I found a key. But that was an issue for after, my stomach couldn't take waiting any longer and so despite just murdering a man and having his corpse attached to my wrist, I sat down at his table and feasted on food and drink.
Yep, I killed a person and while shackled to their body ate their food. Have to admit he actually wasn't the worst dinner companion I've ever had. So there I was corpse hooked to me, feasting on food in the former cave of a watcher dead by my hand. Proof that life as always has weird things in store for us! Something I want engraved on my tombstone should I ever die. Though I think I've said that about a lot of things, my tombstone is going to read like a novel when I'm done.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
The Problem with Stakes
You ever feel sweat sizzle on your body? No? Well its not a very fun feeling. I had been staked in the hot sun for a couple hours before I started to hallucinate, or not hallucinate, its hard to tell what was or wasn't there. I could see what looked like carrion birds waiting for their meal, I could also see I was alone. Now I don't know if this means Morley was staked somewhere else, or this was all an elaborate rouse between him and Fizzle to just kill me.
I had to look at my situation clearly. I was staked to the ground with shackles attached to both wrists, and then attached to the stakes in the ground. See this would normally be done with rope, you keep the rope taut so as to not have any give, and because rope is not stronger than the wood stake you have in the ground (not that I've ever staked a person to have them die, but its not exactly an uncommon method of horrible execution). You would do this because if the thing you attached to the stakes is too loose or stronger than the stakes themselves. Well the person staked there can simply pull at their restraints until they break the stakes (thankfully he used wooden stakes, I guess if he had used metal I would have been really screwed, or his creepy tentacle things). It took a while, and wasting precious energy I didn't really have to waste, but eventually I pulled the shackles holding my arms free. With that accomplished I did the same for my legs (talk about overkill, he could have just tied my legs there the shackles trapped my magical power anyway).
It wasn't like I was in a good place anyway. I was in his bonefield, subject to his damn tentacles, and now I had 4 shiny magic inhibiting shackles locked to my body (Damn things were supposed to be rare, but it seemed like everyone had them). He also had my sword, and I liked that sword, so depsite me not originally intending on killing Fizzle I now certainly wanted to (talk about a self fulfilling prophecy, I bet he didn't see THAT coming). I figured he had to be close by, and there would be some kind of cave enterance for him to move in and out (and based on no drag marks, he also had help in that cave). On top of all of those problems, there was the fact he could literrally be watching me at any moment, though I wasn't sure how his power worked, if he had to think about me as a person, or an object or what? I was really confused (more so than normal).
I did know I had to get off the ground and so I hopped on to one of the bones and surveyed around. I could make out what appeared to be an entrance ahead. Standing in front of it looked to be a couple creatures that did not appear to be human (oh Fizzle what other dark sorcery were you involved with sadly I had to find out). I could kind of make out a path towards the cave walking on bones, with only a small bit of ground before the entrance. So at least I had a path in front of me, how I was going to take out the guards/not alert them while I jingle jangled my way up there? Yeah that was the trouble. But as I've already explained many times before, I'm stupid, and part of being stupid is having the hope that in my dumbery I'll succeed. It's kind of like dumb invincibility, if I don't think about it, I can totally take on the world. Try not to think about that for too long or blood will shoot from your nose.
I had to look at my situation clearly. I was staked to the ground with shackles attached to both wrists, and then attached to the stakes in the ground. See this would normally be done with rope, you keep the rope taut so as to not have any give, and because rope is not stronger than the wood stake you have in the ground (not that I've ever staked a person to have them die, but its not exactly an uncommon method of horrible execution). You would do this because if the thing you attached to the stakes is too loose or stronger than the stakes themselves. Well the person staked there can simply pull at their restraints until they break the stakes (thankfully he used wooden stakes, I guess if he had used metal I would have been really screwed, or his creepy tentacle things). It took a while, and wasting precious energy I didn't really have to waste, but eventually I pulled the shackles holding my arms free. With that accomplished I did the same for my legs (talk about overkill, he could have just tied my legs there the shackles trapped my magical power anyway).
It wasn't like I was in a good place anyway. I was in his bonefield, subject to his damn tentacles, and now I had 4 shiny magic inhibiting shackles locked to my body (Damn things were supposed to be rare, but it seemed like everyone had them). He also had my sword, and I liked that sword, so depsite me not originally intending on killing Fizzle I now certainly wanted to (talk about a self fulfilling prophecy, I bet he didn't see THAT coming). I figured he had to be close by, and there would be some kind of cave enterance for him to move in and out (and based on no drag marks, he also had help in that cave). On top of all of those problems, there was the fact he could literrally be watching me at any moment, though I wasn't sure how his power worked, if he had to think about me as a person, or an object or what? I was really confused (more so than normal).
I did know I had to get off the ground and so I hopped on to one of the bones and surveyed around. I could make out what appeared to be an entrance ahead. Standing in front of it looked to be a couple creatures that did not appear to be human (oh Fizzle what other dark sorcery were you involved with sadly I had to find out). I could kind of make out a path towards the cave walking on bones, with only a small bit of ground before the entrance. So at least I had a path in front of me, how I was going to take out the guards/not alert them while I jingle jangled my way up there? Yeah that was the trouble. But as I've already explained many times before, I'm stupid, and part of being stupid is having the hope that in my dumbery I'll succeed. It's kind of like dumb invincibility, if I don't think about it, I can totally take on the world. Try not to think about that for too long or blood will shoot from your nose.
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