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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 15:31:40 GMT -5
"Pick ten of your men. We care not which. Lead them down here, and then close the door behind them."
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 15:32:28 GMT -5
"And they shall not be harmed? I don't believe you."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 15:36:45 GMT -5
"No, I said you must not harm them when they leave. You know what we will do. I can see it in you."
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 15:39:25 GMT -5
Talyn shook his head sadly, "And if I say no?"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 15:44:17 GMT -5
"You will not. We can measure the hate you carry, and it is too great to simply walk away."
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 15:45:24 GMT -5
"Very well, I shall go and get them." He said.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 15:46:54 GMT -5
"Do you know the way?"
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 15:47:27 GMT -5
"I could use a torch," Talyn confirmed.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 15:49:53 GMT -5
"We have not light." A touch so lit brushed his head that it could have been the wind grazed his head. Thatcher fell to the floor in pain. When he could see again the door had shut behind him, and he was on the trail. He could see the walkway he had stumbled along leading to the tunnel his men had poured out of.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 15:53:26 GMT -5
Talyn crossed the walkway, and waited for the rushing of the tide, than quickly scurried back up the path before the tide washed away again, and he made his way to the surface.
"Oi!" he yelled at the nearest officer, "I need ten men, twenty torches, and a barrel of pitch. Fetch it from the ship if you have to, but make it snappy."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 15:58:05 GMT -5
The men did as asked, and returned to their captain fairly quickly with all the obstacles required.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 16:58:00 GMT -5
Talyn led the ten men, and the barrel of pitch, back down the tunnel. This time he waited, careful to avoid the area with the wet stones, where the tide would be flushed in. When the water came by in a "wroosh" he motioned the men to follow swiftly behind it.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 17:01:20 GMT -5
They hurried after the water, and easily beat the next wave.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 17:07:06 GMT -5
Talyn gestured for the men to cross the walkway, and than opened the door.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 17:17:28 GMT -5
The room's blackness seemed to beat back the light of the torches. There were cries of pain in the room though.
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