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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 14:00:58 GMT -5
"Foren and Demezla both. They drink blood, and sacrifice infants to the flames to stay young. It is why they have no children. They worship demons, and can possess the bodies of the weak minded. They can summon fire, and see the future. Dreadful, awful stuff." The man says, hugging his arms across his chest, as he gazes at the small door left hanging open.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 14:06:13 GMT -5
"Foren is dead," Brandon states. "Do you have any proof of your suspicions?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 14:18:18 GMT -5
"I have twenty years of proof." The man says. "Its hidden in the library. Go there, and look for a blue book with a silver binding."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 14:20:06 GMT -5
"And you will stay here in the meanwhile or will you try to escape?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 14:23:00 GMT -5
"I will stay here." The man said, not sounding the least bit bothered by this fact.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 14:27:09 GMT -5
"And will you try to escape if you get the oppertunity or do you wish to stay here the remainder of your life?" Brandon moved to crawl back, but awaited the answer.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 14:28:54 GMT -5
"Of course I will try to escape. Who would want to be confined here?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 14:30:45 GMT -5
"Come with me near the entrance of the crawl space then, and wait there," Brandon began to crawl out and made way for the library to search for the book.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 14:34:44 GMT -5
The man approaches carefully, but does not leave the confines of the room.
"Come back quickly you will see."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 14:37:03 GMT -5
Brandon leaves the crawlspace and makes his way to the library as quickly and silently he can, more silent than quick if the situation calls for it.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 14:39:28 GMT -5
Brandon creeps silently to the library undetected.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 14:40:37 GMT -5
Brandon searches for the blue book with silver binding.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 14:51:15 GMT -5
He finds the the blue book, its cover reads "1001 Dornish Delicacies." Flipping through it's pages, He can see it is a pillow book with graphic illustrations. There is no evidence of any kind.
Just then he hears booming laughter, in a hearty voice.
"Oh My Dear, dear Brandon. What ever am I going to do with you." The words of Demzela, but the voice of a gruff guard, a dagger in his outstretched hands, even though he has a sword in a sheath on his belt.
"Its a shame, I shall miss playing with you." The guard said, "But you just had to go and bothered me where I slept didn't you. You couldn't... leave well enough alone."
The man advanced.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 15:05:22 GMT -5
Brandon blinks in confusion and tries to buy time as he moves away, "You're the man in cell?". As he moves backwards he is ready to hurl the book at the man and prepares to ignite the cloak if the man attacks.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 15:11:28 GMT -5
"Yes. Lord Foren Uller, first of his name, Lord of Hellholt and protector of the Brimstone." The guard's face contorted into an ill fitting, and disturbingly wide smile, as if someone else was wearing the man's face as a mask.
"I had hoped that you might be a soft sort, and that my wife's attentions could distract you enough that I might try myself in your skin, but I'm afraid it didn't seem to take." The man's twirls the dagger as he advances further.
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Hope you all are well and happy.