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Old May 31, 2013, 02:18 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Morning comes at last (Ralirick please)

Existence was a cool blue pond, unchanging beneath the trees. The ebb and flow of seasons passed unnoticed, and the cool eternity was all that there was. But eternity is always an illusion, no matter how real it might seem, and one day there was a change, small at first and then growing with increasing speed.

After an age lost from all thoughts in the cool blue, Raliric became aware of his nose. Thoughts returned in the crudest and simplest form, and slowly, layer upon layer, grew and organized. Raliric existed. He had a nose.

Something else existed in Ralirick's small universe, something that periodically rasped against his nose. A flood of nameless sensations came to him, and after a minute of struggle he was able to recognize them as 'vision'. The world came creeping back by bits and pieces, and though disoriented he soon made out that there was a creature in front of him of a sort he had a long time ago called a 'cat.'

The cat was large and orange and sat upon a stool, and it was licking his nose. Ralirick found that he was embedded in a crystal of cool blue, and that the cat had patiently dug into it, rasping with its tongue and now his nose was exposed to the air. Oxygen filled his lungs and when he breathed out, a foggy blue vapor was expelled.
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Tranquility enveloped his physical form and conscious thought eluded any feeble mental grasp that he might have initiated. Once that cool blue pond had enveloped him though there was little he could have done, or wanted to do, to escape its grasp. For the first time in his life he had found a peace that was eternal, freedom in his captivity. It was not to remain however; the most beautiful things in life never are. Once more the world’s great corruption had permeated his tranquility, eating away at the longevity of whatever mystical energies had encapsulated him. His first conscious recognition was of a feeling drawn by one of his senses. It came to him slowly just as cognitive function pierced the fog of coherency and began to pierce together particles of memory. That nasal function, however, seemed to have made itself an anchor to existence, drawing him ever closer to consciousness. Quickly following his olfactory senses came another feeling, one much more intense and pervasive. The flesh upon his nose intermittently, and with no rhythm or rhyme, felt something abrasive press against it and then swiftly slide across before departing.

Knowledge, minute at first, allowed him to become aware of a small portion of his physicality, enough that small fleshy lids fluttered under an aura of brilliance. Dark orbs set within cavernous sockets of flesh were allowed, after what seemed like a lifetime, to perform their function. At first there was pain from the lack of their use, but with time light and shadow began to coalesce into images his waking mind took much longer to process and recognize. He began to feel more from the rest of his physical form, a sickness much like vertigo that was a result of his disorientation and his own hibernating body waking itself in unison with his mind.

It was only then he became truly ‘aware’ of that which lay before him. The oranges, blacks, whites and greys twisted and turned in a vortex that somehow managed to become orderly; forming as his first true vision upon awakening, as a cat. He recognized the creature, though he could not think of how. Memory still eluded him and thus he could find no piece of his past where he had interacted with such a creature before and thus it could only have been assumed knowledge or something from his subconscious that allowed its identification.

Sensations well within, a pressure that built in a cavity below his neck of which’s name currently eluded his lethargic mind. His chest. The words were pulled from the infinite darkness of his mind and brought to the fore. His chest was becoming increasingly more painful with the pressure that built within until finally his instinct and innate bodily functions prevailed. Mouth opened and the air that had built within his lungs escaped in a rush, relieving the tension and allowing a thick foggy blue vapour to escape with it. Inhalation followed and then, slow step by slow step his normal bodily functions prevailed over the inactivity it had seen for eras.

He became aware of himself in a semi-transparent, crystalline substance that seemed to be decaying as the cat continued its menstruation. The fibrous, abrasive pinky red tongue that slid across his face was still a surprise, though it served as his only means of escape from the restrictive structure he had found himself within. He coughed and exhaled more of the blue mist once again, vocal cords strumming with his bodies need to produce some sort of sound until finally he managed a very weak, ”What...”
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When Raliric coughed, the crystal in front of his mouth broke away, and he could breathe more fully. The cat retreated a pace, then came forward again, sitting momentarily to lick its paw.

"Now that you are conscious you must wrest yourself from the matrix. Please proceed with decorum and as much quietness as a Uman can muster."

It was a few moments before Raliric remembered that cats weren't supposed to talk. Slowly, his memories began to come trickling back, but so far only childhood stuff, who he as, what his name was, how to read and write and so on. The cat retreated several yards and sat down, waiting.

Raliric sould find that the crystal was not as hard as it looked, feeling something like soft clay. With effort, he would be able to pull himself out of it.
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When Raliric coughed, the crystal in front of his mouth broke away, and he could breathe more fully. The cat retreated a pace, then came forward again, sitting momentarily to lick its paw.

"Now that you are conscious you must wrest yourself from the matrix. Please proceed with decorum and as much quietness as a Uman can muster."

It was a few moments before Raliric remembered that cats weren't supposed to talk. This one sounded distinctly female, a voice not quite human but clear enough. Slowly, his memories began to come trickling back, but so far only childhood stuff, who he as, what his name was, how to read and write and so on. The cat retreated several yards and sat down, waiting.

Raliric sould find that the crystal was not as hard as it looked, feeling something like soft clay. With effort, he would be able to pull himself out of it.

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Without the crystal substance making his breathing harder he was able to draw in a deeper breath, filling lungs that had not drawn breath for only the gods know how long. He coughed again as his body rebelled with the use of muscles that had not been used in sometime. His eyes never left the cat however. He wanted to monitor it so that he could try and avoid any more lashings from its tongue, but that never came. Instead it spoke... at first he did not find this unusual; it was simply a cat speaking with a female voice. Completely normal...

Then it hit him. He remembered more completely what a cat was and that he had never before heard one speak because... he knew, for a fact, that they were not able. His eyes widened as the realisation hit him. ”You... just spoke?” He coughed again with the unused vocal cords, ”Cats are not supposed to do that...” He grunted and then took the advice of the cat to free himself; trying as best as he could to do it quietly as the cat had advised.

It was during his escape from the fragile crystalline prison that more memories trickled back in; his name, how to read and write, his childhood and fractured images of his life in between. It was nothing coherent, just bits and pieces that he would need to sift through and study to try and jog more details out of the fog that had become his mind. It was a start though; at least he knew his own name.

When finally he was free he found himself sitting on the ground. His mind remembered quite clearly how to walk, but his muscles having been dormant for however long he had been encased in that prison, were taking slightly longer to remember. After several attempts at standing he managed to do so. Whilst standing on wobbly feet he scanned the room and himself; taking note of what he was wearing and anything else of interest. Finally his dark orbs focused upon the cat once more.

”Putting aside the fact that you’re not supposed to talk, can you tell me where I am and how I came to be here? My memory surrounding those subjects is a bit... vague. Who and what you are would also be most appreciated.” With his memories his personality seemed to return also and after asking his questions of the talking cat he muttered a prayer to Aslan.
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As Ralirick broke himself free, the cat sat out of range of falling debris, carefully washing behind her ears.

"I did speak," she said. "I am not an ordinary cat. Not that there are any ordinary cats, now that I think on it. This is not a good time to talk, as soon some smallish demons will be here to put you back in the matrix. Let us find you claws, a sword."

The cat stood and turned to go, tail held high and curved at the tip. She turned and looked back over her shoulder.

"I am Princess Fitzy, by the way."

Now that Ralirick was out, he could make out something of the room about him. There was little to recommend it. It was a dank room with stone walls and neither window nor wall sconce, what light there was coming from a partially opened door of heavy wood. Princess Fitzy went to this door, and looking both ways, went through. Outside was a long corridor with what looked like cell doors on either side. A few oil lanterns hung from hooks along the walls, and at the far end a door stood open, light pouring out.

"There are weapons there. You will need to take them from the keeper. Smash him with brutish fists or some such thing."
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”Smallish demons? Matrix?” He muttered questioningly, more to himself than to the cat seeing as how she had said it wasn’t a good time to talk. At that point in time she was the only connection he had to escaping wherever and whatever he had woken up to, thus he trusted her more than his own slowly recovering instincts. Finding a weapon of some description was very high on his priority list, and although he was recovering his memory at a steady pace he still could not piece together how effective he would be with a weapon. He couldn’t remember if he had any training in anything, it was as if, for now, those memories were on the other side of a small window and he couldn’t reach far enough through to grasp them. He nodded in agreement though and followed the cat, his sense of balance recovering quickly now with the movement.

”Pleasure to meet you Princess Fitzy, I am, or at least I think I am, known as Raliric...” He knew that there should be more to his name than simply this but he could not remember it. It was like so many of his other memories, just out of reach. So instead of continuing with his last name he simply shrugged after a few moments and continued onward.

As he passed the cells he tried to look into a few of them to see who or what they contained. He could feel, deep within himself, a need to help people and to do right. Freeing prisoners seemed liked a good method of helping people and the right thing to do. He wasn’t aware of why he himself had been imprisoned, or why anyone else in this place would be, but with the information he had at hand about small demons, talking cats and matrix thingies, he knew that neither he nor anyone else really belonged in a cell here.


After Fitzy had explained to him about getting a weapon from within the room that had a protector titled ‘The Keeper’, Raliric risked asking a few questions of his own before he entered the room. His voice was a whisper, loud enough – he hoped – for only her to hear. ”Can you tell me anything about this... Keeper? Weaknesses? I usually... well I think I usually... get more information about my enemies before encountering them.” He would stay only long enough to hear her advice before taking a deep breath and moving forward as quietly as he could. He racked his brain trying to remember what arsenal of weapons were at his disposal; he could faintly recall that he was a powerful individual in his own right, but felt that there was something –more- that he could bring to an engagement than most warriors.

As he approached the door he would try to look into the room to gauge what lay within, his other senses working overtime to try and hear any movement so that he could pinpoint the location of this ‘Keeper’. He figured that the element of surprise may well be his only advantage over his unknown opponent, as soon as he reached the gateway itself he would move swiftly through. His dark cavernous orbs would scan the room as he moved within; instincts taking control. He would register firstly his enemy, then potential weapons, then exits and entrances to the room, and finally anything else of note about the area in general.

OOCPut that bit in about ‘something more than just his physical prowess’ because I was wondering if you wanted him to remember his arcane training just yet.
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ooc: You can remember your arcana if you like, although you will be slower to cast for a while as it comes back to you.

Ralirick paused to look in the cells, but it was difficult to see into them. The barred windows on the doors were quite small and there was no light within the small rooms. In one cell he saw a dim white gleam of bone against the far wall, although as he turned away it seemed to move.

"The keeper is a Wamble of no particular importance or fighting skill," Princess Fitzy said. "He merely keeps the things in good shape and feeds the jar beasts. Beat him as you would beat another human, although avoid the barbs on the inside of his forearms lest he inject you with venom."

Through the doorway lay a square room perhaps 20 feet on a side, lined on all walls by high shelves, each of which was heavily laden with an eclectic mish mash of random items. In each corner stood glass jars 7 feet in hight, into which had been compressed some sort of animal, although it was difficult to make out at a glance what they were like. A large square table sat in the middle of the room which was covered with further objects. A humanoid figure sat at this table on a battered three legged stool, hard at work polishing a small bronze mirror. The figure looked human enough, although exceptionally thin, and wrapped head to toe in black bandages like a mummy. The Wamble turned as Ralirick came in, and gave out a piercing scream. Something streaked past Raliric- Princess Fitzy- and the creature stood, it's face suddenly covered with a clawing furry body.
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OOCWe’ll see how we go for now, though I might use some minor spells later on.

Usually the dracon knight’s senses would have picked up on the movement of the bone that caught the light, however with his still relatively dulled senses he was not in peek condition. Even the prospect of fighting the Wamble, a creature he had never heard the name of before even if he had his memory, was going to be interesting. The description of the creature seemed to put his fears somewhat to rest, save for the bit about the barbs on the inside of his forearms. He would just have to avoid those. No getting hugged or choked by the fellow then.

Once entering the room and scanning its entirety to register everything of note, something that occurred more instinctively than by will, the dracon in human form moved forward quickly toward the Wamble. His intention, at first, had not been to harm the humanoid in any unnecessary way other than to subdue him. After all Raliric knew nothing of his situation and thus interrogating the creature might give him further insight into what was going on and why he had a massive chunk of memory missing. This was not to be the case however as Princess Fitzy streaked past him and lodged herself onto the creature’s face. Her claws tearing strips into the humanoid’s cloth wrapped flesh.

He wasted no time whilst the creature was temporarily blinded by the furball currently attached to its face. He moved forward, crossing the distance between with his long strides. Instinctively he made a plan within his mind of what he wished to accomplish in his attack and, although he would proceed with the plan, he allowed his mind to think of alternative attacks also. It was a very strange feeling to simply allow your subconscious to do what it had done countless times in the past; to kind of step back from one’s body and watch it do what one did not remember learning how or training to do.

He stepped up to the right-hand side of the creature – Raliric’s left – and turned side-on, left hand rose and snapped forward to push the Wamble’s right arm inward toward its own body. This was an attempt to move the creature’s barbs close to its own body, rather than opening them up to be used against Raliric or Fitzy. As he did this his right foot rose up and then plunged downward on an angle toward the creature’s knee in an attempt to strike it with a great deal of force; pushing the bone at an angle inwards and thus breaking its knee. If successful the attack would render the creature pretty much immobile and send it to the ground. Raliric’s other arm, his right, would already be moving with fist clenched and braced for the impact, toward the creature’s upper-chest or neck. Hopefully landing just below Princess Fitzy and sending the Wamble flying backward with the added hope, if he struck the neck, of choking the creature as well.

All in all the attack was meant to diffuse the Wamble’s combat effectiveness, send him to the ground and maim him sufficiently enough that Raliric could finish him off quickly and silently.
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Raliric raised his foot and smashed it down into the Wambles knee, which bent sideways as if he'd kicked a tube of rawhide. He felt no break as he did so, but the creature stumbled sideways and when he punched it it went down. I did not feel as if it had any bones.

The creature hissed in anger, attempting to rake the cat on its face with a row of black barbs projecting from the inside of its arms like a praying mantis. The dexterous cat, however, leapt away at the last second, leaving Raliric to do all the cleanup work.

Air wheezed in and out off the Wamble, although its mouth and nose, if it had any, were covvered with cloth. It seemed to be struggling for breath.
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Raliric, without any memory of having fought before, knew through logic alone that the attacks he had performed, all being successful, should have at least broken one or two bones. The fact that there was no sound of them breaking when clearly he had bent limbs in ways that they should not bend, gave him all the knowledge he required of this creature. It was not human, or even humanoid, and thus posed a considerable threat. He knew it was dangerous with those spines, and clearly it was contributing to his capture or continued imprisonment. This left him with only one thing to do. He could not allow it to hurt himself or Fitzy who was attempting to help him.

With the creature on the ground and in a state that appeared to be out of breath or ‘winded’ he moved over to finish it off. His leg rose upward and then he brought it down, foot toward the creature’s neck, intending to crush its windpipe if it had one. This would, unfortunately, put his leg quite close to the spines that could poison him but he was willing to risk that for a quiet end to the creature’s life. He was also faintly uncertain that the poison would do anything to him, given his dracon heritage and their unique resistance to most poisons and diseases. He would bet his life on just that factor however, even if he was certain of it. But he had no other weapons and this seemed to be the most effective way to kill the creature. His instincts were not guiding him at this point, which he could only assume meant that he had little to no experience with this particular scenario.
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Raliric lashed out with his foot, catching the supine creature across the neck. It waved its arms frantically, trying to hook his leg with the barbs on its arm, but the impact of the blow sent its head bouncing off the stone floor. The head hit squashily, flattening somewhat against the stone, and the Wamble lay still.

Looking about the room Raliric would soon see a pile of items he recognized, and for a fact they had once been his gear. There was a large assortment of other things of interest as well, including a variety of weapons (although none very large), candles of various colors and materials, rope made of mysterious fibers, boxes small and large, stuffed animals with glaring glass eyes, and a half eaten sandwich.
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The dracon in human form was unwilling to leave the Wamble just yet; he did not know what its boneless flesh was capable of. Just because it had fallen silent did not necessarily mean it had been killed. He took the opportunity to step on one of the creature’s arms to pin it to the ground whilst lifting and placing the other arm on top of the creature’s chest and then kneeling on it. Thus using his considerable weight to hold the creature down, and his strength, he would place a hand tentatively on its neck, touching its flesh to his own.

Taking a moment to steady himself before he focused his mind; entering clarity. The room seemed to burst forth with colour and detail. Before there had been only dullness and stark surroundings, now the world seemed to come alive before him. He became aware of how the Astral Plane touched the Material with its essences and thusly was able to divine more from his surroundings than he ever would have before. His first glance was at the creature under him. If it was still alive then he would be able to make out its’ life essence, essentially its essence makeup. This would tell him if the creature still lived by the abundance of life essence, or if it was dead the absence of life essence. If it was the latter he would hold one hand above the creature’s face and cast Light Dart at point blank range into its’ forehead. Even such a small amount of power, when compared to his reserves, should be sufficient to blow most of the creature’s brain away, given that there was no bone to protect it. Once more he would probe with his new sight to make sure the creature was well and truly dead before regaining his feet and searching out Fitzy the cat.

”Are you alright? Do you need help?” He would ask of the furry creature. He was more than capable of healing any injury that may have been inflicted on her and this was the next of his priorities. She had, after all, saved his life in a way and he meant to repay her in kind.

Should the feline be uninjured and not requiring his healing powers he would look about the room once more with his arcane sight, trying to determine if there was any imbuement or enchantments in any of the gear, jars, rope or anything else in the room. This would also serve to tell him if anything in those jars was still alive. If there was nothing of interest he would let clarity slip from him and then proceed to move over to his gear. The familiar items almost bringing forth memories. He picked up each item and felt it, wiping any dust from it before donning it.

He began with the armour, donning a mail hauberk and coif before attaching an Elven Steel cuirass that fit him perfectly, as if it had been made specifically for him and he had apparently changed little since its construction. Upon its breast was a symbol that he found oddly familiar but could not remember what it represented; a sword and hammer crossed over each other with a sceptre vertically at their centre, behind these is the head of a lion and all of it is within a crest like border. Next came the rest of his full plate armour; Pauldrons, Vambraces, Rerebraces, Greaves, and Sabotons. All coming together to garb the dracon in human form in the armour of a Knight who had spared little expense on armoured protection. What really made Raliric wonder was that the sheer weight of the things felt like nothing to him; he was after all, a big and strong fellow, but he had expected the suit to weight more. The entire setup also fit perfectly with the padded cloths he already wore which had also been designed, it seemed, to make as tight of fit as possible to ensure the armour did not rattle or bang upon other pieces. Next he attached a thick black cloak, also bearing that familiar crest. This rested over shoulders and provided a hood that he draped over his head, leaving the coif bunched around his neck for now as he did believe it necessary to cover his head at that moment. The cloak was large enough for him to wrap about his form and cover it mostly, an essential piece of clothing should he require stealth. The armour he wore was polished and thus would shine and reflect light at any opportunity. Lastly were the weapons. He recognised the longsword as being that of elven design, though he could not exactly recall having ever seen an elven longsword. Regardless, it was of normal length but slightly curved, allowing for greater damage when slashing but also more versatility when piercing. It was a delicate looking thing, but appeared strong having been made from elven steel. His hand fit about the black sweat absorbent hilt with a familiar feel to it. This he sheathed before attaching the belt and sheath to his waist. The last two items he recognized more so than all the rest. The first was a dorin ceremonial dagger, a Graw’lak, and he recognized it as having belonged to his former wife; Monja. He took it up in his hand and caressed the intricately designed and forged blade. He remembered his wife, and her death. At least he remembered something so sacred as that. Closing his eyes for a moment he took a deep breath, summoning his inner strength to banish the futility that assailed his lost memory, before he sheathed the knife and picked up the last item. It was a ring, a gold ring of mediocre design but one that had, whilst he held clarity, glowed with the tell tale signs of an enchantment. He could not remember what enchantment it might hold and thus did not put it on. He would have to test it at a more convenient time before feeling safe to put it on. Thus he tucked it into a pocket, bunching it up to ensure it did not fall out.

Finally he turned back to the room at large, taking first the mysterious rope and examining it with a critical eye to see what properties it might hold. Next came the stuffed animals, the candles and the boxes to see if there was anything of use to him. Lastly were the other weapons that were here. If there were more dagger available he would take two of them and tuck them under his belt in case he might need them later on.
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Clara brought a wave of new information to Ralirick, the room looking quite difference though magically enhanced eyes. Great wads of bound essences resided in the glass jars in each corner of the room, moving sluggishly as a panther might move in a cage. The room was burdened with a number of spells, but Raliric could not tell what they were. The Wamble did not seem to be alive, but rather an animation of leather and cloth. He was able to locate it's central nexus located in its head, and with a light dart disrupt the effect.

Princess Fitzy sat to one side, licking her fur down with a delicate but thorough tongue. She stopped and looked up at Raliric's question.

"I am Princess Fitzy of the fighting Fitzys. I should think that I am not the sort to be damaged by a Wamble."

As Raliric donned his armor, she spoke at greater length.

"There is an area under the earth called the Abyss. It is deeper down than the vysstichi care to venture and the denizens there are decidedly nastier. The sometimes try to come up for a visit- the people of the surface have things like souls and so on they find useful. One of them got hold of you. It was preparing your body to wear like a person wears a suit of clothing. It is a complicated process in so much as it didn't want you exactly dead, which would mean that you would rot. Rather it wanted to eke away your personality. You've been in that matrix for 10 eras and it was nearly done."

"Soon creatures will come to return you to the Matrix. They will use poisons to put you into a torpor. The charm there, on the third shelf..." she pointed with the end of her tail.
"...will make you resistant to the next five poisons you are dosed with, I suggest you take it."
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Having dispensed of the wamble, Raliric took a moment to murmur, ”Interesting...” With regards to the fact that the creature had in fact been an animation of leather and cloth. Its nexus the weak spot that he had been able to exploit due to how close he was and the fact that he had used Clarity to examine it. Further interest drew his attention when looking upon the glass jars and their nodes of essence that appeared almost alive, waiting for the opportunity to do what they had been created to do. It made his uneasy to say the least.

He gave a slight, uncertain smile at the cat, ”It is good that you were not injured. You must forgive me but I am unaware of whom the ‘fighting Fitzy’s’ are exactly.” He listened to her as he donned his armour, taking mental notes of all that she spoke of. The Abyss and the fact that there was something that could ‘wear’ a person’s body like clothing. He was astounded though when he heard he had been in the matrix for ten eras. He had not lost his memory at all, but rather had simply been out of time for the last ten eras. She went on to speak of other creatures that would come to try and return him to the matrix and his prison, but that there was a charm that would make him resistant to such poisons, at least the first five he was infected with. ”Who are these ‘denizens’ do they have a name? Can you tell me anything of them like how to stop them?” He did not know why he immediately came to the conclusion he had to stop them. He usually would have cared more for his own safety first. He was confused. His mind was leaping all over the place, his subconscious seemingly more in control than he was. Perhaps they still had a hold of him? He shook away the suspicion, if that was the case then he simply had to do everything in his power to try and thwart them.

”These poisons, they must be strong indeed to avoid the natural resistances of my blood.” He was, after all, a dracon and all of his kind had natural resistances to poisons and diseases... up to a point. He rose as he spoke, moving over to the shelf and taking the charm, donning it also if he was able. He glanced back to the cat.

”Where do we go from here? I feel inclined toward escape, but cannot help but wonder who else is a prisoner of these creatures and what nefarious intentions they have for them as they did for me. Should we not attempt to free anyone else and escape together? Or even attempt to lay waste to their plans?” He moved over to the mysterious rope, studying it with the vision of his clarity for any properties that it might have that he could discern before picking it up. He would need to find some sort of backpack if he was to carry anything he found of use in these tunnels.

Glancing around the room he looked for such a backpack, or anything that he might be able to fashion to do the trick.
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