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Arcanis: Gonnes, Sons, and Treasure Runs (COMPLETED)
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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2138696" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Drinking Deeply from the Chalice of Midnight - Part 4b: The Tower Landing</strong></p><p></p><p>Ilmarė struggled with the door handle for a few moments until she heard the baying. A cold chill scraped across her spine.</p><p></p><p>“Shadow mastiff,” she said, struggling to contain the rising panic in the pit of her stomach. “It’s on the other side of the door. You’re safe,” she said over and over.</p><p></p><p>The helmet that Nevanos had worn to protect him from ilHuan mind tricks had saved her from the unreasoning fear of the mastiff’s howl. But not everyone was so fortunate: In the library, someone screamed at the top of his lungs, a cry of gut-wrenching terror. </p><p></p><p>The shouts of guards echoed from the spiraling stairwell downstairs. Ilmarė spun around in desperation, looking from exit to exit.</p><p></p><p>She spied a doorway and leapt towards it. As Fihali guards climbed the steps onto the landing, Ilmarė opened the door and ducked inside, quietly closing it behind her.</p><p></p><p>The quarters were empty. She took a sigh of relief.</p><p></p><p>There were no beds. Instead, there were three indentations on the floor, with a heavy furred blanket within each one. It was furnished only with three high stools, each with claw marks on the top. Tapestries adorned the walls, all of a bipedal feline-like race hunting large bison-like creatures. </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė opened the door a crack. The cat-like guards were clustered around the library door, weapons drawn.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė looked around the room for some means of escape. She had no way to get back home. If Quintus did not survive the shadow mastiff, he surely would not make it past the guards. She had to do SOMETHING.</p><p></p><p>Her hand unconsciously fingered the amulet at her throat.</p><p></p><p>It pulsed with a life of its own. She had forgotten about it, but the amulet had not forgotten about her.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė clenched it tightly and willed it to life. Instantly, she was suffused with a shivering rage. It was all she could do to reach for her bow. </p><p></p><p>She would make them pay. They would all pay.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2138696, member: 3285"] [b]Drinking Deeply from the Chalice of Midnight - Part 4b: The Tower Landing[/b] Ilmarė struggled with the door handle for a few moments until she heard the baying. A cold chill scraped across her spine. “Shadow mastiff,” she said, struggling to contain the rising panic in the pit of her stomach. “It’s on the other side of the door. You’re safe,” she said over and over. The helmet that Nevanos had worn to protect him from ilHuan mind tricks had saved her from the unreasoning fear of the mastiff’s howl. But not everyone was so fortunate: In the library, someone screamed at the top of his lungs, a cry of gut-wrenching terror. The shouts of guards echoed from the spiraling stairwell downstairs. Ilmarė spun around in desperation, looking from exit to exit. She spied a doorway and leapt towards it. As Fihali guards climbed the steps onto the landing, Ilmarė opened the door and ducked inside, quietly closing it behind her. The quarters were empty. She took a sigh of relief. There were no beds. Instead, there were three indentations on the floor, with a heavy furred blanket within each one. It was furnished only with three high stools, each with claw marks on the top. Tapestries adorned the walls, all of a bipedal feline-like race hunting large bison-like creatures. Ilmarė opened the door a crack. The cat-like guards were clustered around the library door, weapons drawn. Ilmarė looked around the room for some means of escape. She had no way to get back home. If Quintus did not survive the shadow mastiff, he surely would not make it past the guards. She had to do SOMETHING. Her hand unconsciously fingered the amulet at her throat. It pulsed with a life of its own. She had forgotten about it, but the amulet had not forgotten about her. Ilmarė clenched it tightly and willed it to life. Instantly, she was suffused with a shivering rage. It was all she could do to reach for her bow. She would make them pay. They would all pay. [/QUOTE]
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