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<blockquote data-quote="GodOfCheese" data-source="post: 1607015" data-attributes="member: 19170"><p>The sound of nearby swordplay speeds Zara’s wriggling, though she remains focused enough to continue working methodically and not give in to outright haste. The slugs don’t seem to react at all. Milo risks a look over his shoulder but quickly returns to the “mirror” split seconds before an unearthly sound fills the room.</p><p></p><p>At first, the noise could be mistaken for a prolonged rasp, like the pouring of many gemstones or coins from a steel chute into a rapidly filling barrel. However, after a few moments of this, Zara recognizes variations in tone like the hissing of rough Draconic, but as if pronounced by a being who had not seen water for a hundred years. But where those hisses would normally be broken by snaps or clicks of the mandibles there is instead a crunch like iron jaws crushing old bones. </p><p></p><p>Though the reply is short, its crunch-punctuated hissing requires two full minutes to deliver: “<em>More than this bony wretch will my favor thee cost, wyrmling</em>.”</p><p></p><p>Milo pales noticeably, but holds his composure. A spark of inspiration crosses his face, followed quickly by a devious smile as he looks over his shoulder again. Speaking carefully and specifically, he hisses back, again in the tongue of dragonkind. “<em>Then I thee offer the soft, pale skin of a maiden holy. Surely the flesh of a priestess fair would this offer thy interests pique?</em>”</p><p></p><p>Zara’s eyes widen slightly at this. <em>You are mine</em>, she thinks as she slips her left ankle free of the loop. Not willing to risk the possibility that Milo might somehow gain the raspy creature’s “favor”, she decides to act immediately, despite being exhausted and having her right hand and foot still tethered to the chair. In preparation for the exertion of battle, though, Zara makes one compromise. She reaches carefully to her face and draws the gag from her lips. </p><p></p><p>Flexing her quadricep, Zara slowly brings her freed left foot to the floor, whose dirty stone feels cool and damp to the touch in contrast to the warm air, but fortunately not slick. Her other foot plants softly on the other side of the chair and she transfers her weight experimentally between the two, lifting the chair legs off the ground. As expected, this constrains her movements considerably. </p><p></p><p>In the gloom, Zara sees movement. The torchbearing slug’s face turns toward her. Hearing footsteps behind her, and seeing the torchbearer’s hand go for one of his hatchets, Zara erupts into motion. She hurls herself forward with a jerky burst of energy from her calves, though the thrust is cut savagely short by the wire binding her ankle.</p><p></p><p>The slug, though not off-guard, is ill-equipped to defend himself against Zara’s bizarre lunge. Twisting in the air as she moves, Zara swings the chair outward in a clumsy spiral before her free foot touches down. Balancing fully on that leg, Zara throws all her might into a vertical leap. Continuing her spin, Zara tilts off-axis and whips the chair around before the slug can draw his weapon.</p><p></p><p>Milo’s first inkling that something might be amiss is the sound of Zara’s wooden chair shattering against the slug standing behind him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="GodOfCheese, post: 1607015, member: 19170"] The sound of nearby swordplay speeds Zara’s wriggling, though she remains focused enough to continue working methodically and not give in to outright haste. The slugs don’t seem to react at all. Milo risks a look over his shoulder but quickly returns to the “mirror” split seconds before an unearthly sound fills the room. At first, the noise could be mistaken for a prolonged rasp, like the pouring of many gemstones or coins from a steel chute into a rapidly filling barrel. However, after a few moments of this, Zara recognizes variations in tone like the hissing of rough Draconic, but as if pronounced by a being who had not seen water for a hundred years. But where those hisses would normally be broken by snaps or clicks of the mandibles there is instead a crunch like iron jaws crushing old bones. Though the reply is short, its crunch-punctuated hissing requires two full minutes to deliver: “[I]More than this bony wretch will my favor thee cost, wyrmling[/I].” Milo pales noticeably, but holds his composure. A spark of inspiration crosses his face, followed quickly by a devious smile as he looks over his shoulder again. Speaking carefully and specifically, he hisses back, again in the tongue of dragonkind. “[I]Then I thee offer the soft, pale skin of a maiden holy. Surely the flesh of a priestess fair would this offer thy interests pique?[/I]” Zara’s eyes widen slightly at this. [I]You are mine[/I], she thinks as she slips her left ankle free of the loop. Not willing to risk the possibility that Milo might somehow gain the raspy creature’s “favor”, she decides to act immediately, despite being exhausted and having her right hand and foot still tethered to the chair. In preparation for the exertion of battle, though, Zara makes one compromise. She reaches carefully to her face and draws the gag from her lips. Flexing her quadricep, Zara slowly brings her freed left foot to the floor, whose dirty stone feels cool and damp to the touch in contrast to the warm air, but fortunately not slick. Her other foot plants softly on the other side of the chair and she transfers her weight experimentally between the two, lifting the chair legs off the ground. As expected, this constrains her movements considerably. In the gloom, Zara sees movement. The torchbearing slug’s face turns toward her. Hearing footsteps behind her, and seeing the torchbearer’s hand go for one of his hatchets, Zara erupts into motion. She hurls herself forward with a jerky burst of energy from her calves, though the thrust is cut savagely short by the wire binding her ankle. The slug, though not off-guard, is ill-equipped to defend himself against Zara’s bizarre lunge. Twisting in the air as she moves, Zara swings the chair outward in a clumsy spiral before her free foot touches down. Balancing fully on that leg, Zara throws all her might into a vertical leap. Continuing her spin, Zara tilts off-axis and whips the chair around before the slug can draw his weapon. Milo’s first inkling that something might be amiss is the sound of Zara’s wooden chair shattering against the slug standing behind him. [/QUOTE]
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