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Game 3 Outline |
The scent of dead things, sulfer, and forest spark a memory from you human experiances, and you realize that your smelling a certian bird who managed to get you into this mess. Sure enough a few moments later, the bird hops around the corner and into view. He looks about, as if searching for something, bending down and looking at something that's hanging round his neck. It looks like a small compass. A moment later, Artie begins hopping towards you. You move to the side of the cage facing him, and the bird suddenly freaks out. "KAW!" the bird shrieks, flapping his wings wildly as he pushes himself a good distance away. He then mutters something in some language that sould suspiciously like a curse. You growl at Artie, trying to get him to come over, to tell him it's you, but the Raven keeps it's distance, still looking around for something he is missing.
"Where is that blasted human?" he says to himself, checking the compass again. You growl louder this time, trying to get a response. 'Here' you think, 'I'm here!'. The bird looks up at you again, "Don't tell me he's ended up a tidbit?" the bird says, circling your cage as he tries to get new directions from the compass.
Obviously it must be pointing at you, you just have no way of telling Artie what happened. Or do you? You begin clawing at the stone, dragging your nails across it, creating small gouges in the stone work, quickly writing out letters in the stone as you spell, 'I'M HERE'. You point at the message, looking art Artie with intent and whineing slightly. The raven reluctently hops a bit closer, keeping as far from your reach as he can as he carefully peers at what you just did. "Oh great, you went and got yourself transformed already?" he says, "Figures, well, what happened?" You growl angerly, surely he's figured out you can't speak. "Keep your fur on, I was only asking. Let's see about getting you out of there." The bird hops to door of the cage, fluttering to the keyhole and peering into the lock. You growl a warning, the lock may be gaurded like the walls and bars, you could stand the shocks but Artie would probably be severly injured.
"Don't fret kitty cat, cold iron only effects Fae and fae magic, which is why the dungeons were built with iron sand in the stonework." He pecks at the lock, sliding his beak in as he taps at it's inner workings, "You'd think an immortal would think of simple things like lock picks, they rely way to much on magic in their own domains. There is a click as Artie pulls something inside the lock, and the door swings open. You push it, recieving a shock before you manage to slip out.
You want to ask questions, but all you can do is let out a growl of satisfaction for being set free. "Right, mission accomplished, Kalibyrn saw you had left the main court and sent me to check up on you, did you manage to get the spark?" You shake your head. "Damn, and now they know your after it, maybe a tactical retreat is in order..."
Written by Dream Weaver
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