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Temptation Waits · Adventurer Joined: 25 Aug 2006 Posts: 61

Her last encounter with the male drow terrified her. Now she had no idea what was to become of her and it would seem death in one way or another was imminent. Most of her time of late was spent with her feet pulled to her chest and her back against the wall of the meager accommodations she was given.

Deep within herself, she knew this felt all wrong. She was not meant to be in such a place, but where did she belong. When she was able to sleep, she would see faces in her dreams, but could not make heads or tails of who they were. She wished, she at least had her memory, it would make things easier for her to understand.

By her caretakers words, she felt her time was soon to run out. One way or another, she had to get out of this dark place. But how....?
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Scar · Adventurer Joined: 11 Dec 2007 Posts: 64

Scar felt like kicking himself; he should have known better! But he was tired of waiting; it had been eating at him for weeks. With no word from anyone about a plan of action to free Lady Temptation from her captivity, he had decided to take matters into his own hands... and had not gotten far at all.

He had expected that the entrance to the cave where she was being held captive would be either watched or warded, and he was not mistaken. Within two steps of exiting the spot where he had teleported in he was struck by a large falling rock, whether by accident, which he doubted, or by design, he did not know or really care; the damage was all the same. It hit him squarely on his helmet, knocking him to the cavern floor where he broke his arm. He sat for awhile, half-dazed, cursing himself and holding the arm that was pulsing with pain. "Of all the imbecilic ideas!! Fine mess, this!" he muttered as he struggled to his feet. He picked up his helmet, which had been knocked off his head and placed it back on. Figuring if it were a trap, it would be tied into an alarm of some kind and that soon the area would be crawling with drow, he wasted no time casting a Sacred Journey spell to make good his escape.

"The arm is clearly fractured in more than one place," Sekhakht, the cleric of the Temple of the Sun in Thraxstadt told him after he had examined it. He began wrapping it in bandages. "It will take a little while to fully mend even with my efforts," he added. "How did it happen?"

Unwilling to divulge how stupid he had been, Scar shook his head. "How long will it impair my fighting ability?" he asked.

"A week at least. Maybe more. If you do not allow it to heal properly, it will dog you for the rest of your life."

"I don't have a week."

Setnakht shrugged. "Suit yourself, but I advise total inactivity for at least a few days. Don't worry, you will have all the comforts of home here," he cheerfully proclaimed.

"I cannot be comfortable while Tempt suffers."

The cleric smiled. "Ah, so you went to free her. Conserve your strength. You will have another opportunity."

Scar examined the cast; it was a job well done. "I hope you are as good a prophet as you are a healer."

Seknakht smiled. "Ra blesses the bravehearted and true. He will grant you a boon for your courageous attempt. Wait and see."

Scar nodded, though he was not entirely convinced. Foolhardy attempt is more like it... and waiting is always the worst of it!

Thrax · Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 4:22 pm Post subject:

"The document is in order," Dharzhal affirmed, handing it to the Baron. "There are no hidden meanings, clauses, nor "fine print" to worry about."

Baron Thrax placed it on the table and signed it, affixing his seal. He sprinkled a fine powder on the ink, blew the residue away, then returned it to the drow. "I will, naturally, disavow this if it winds up in enemy hands," he proclaimed.

"Of course. It is expected, but you need not care. Only great fools or desperate men would trust the word of drow, over that of your grace," Dharzhal replied, not intending it as flattery, but as statement of simple truth.

Thrax nodded. "Aye, but my opponents are both," he remarked. "Now, I want Lady Tempt at the temple of the Sun by the end of the day, unharmed in any way."

"She shall be there."