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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1006685" data-attributes="member: 2292">Wednesday, August 23rd, 508 AF, continued Ezekial holds his breath for the space of a few seconds, waiting for the intruders to make their move.  Four days of captivity and slow blood loss have weakened him, but his binding has been less of an obstacle that the constant presence of foul gnolls and clerics that watch over him.  He hides a smile as the armoured form charges through the ranks of intruders by the door, sword held high, until he crashes against one of the gnolls standing guard.  A kobold is next, a Yip monk by the robes, and the small creature is quick to flank the gnoll and hammer it with its fists.  Ezekial's smile only gets wider, and he twists his arm and hand back and forth in an attempt to escape the wiring.  A dwarven form rockets across the room, great-axe swinging in a low arc to take a gnolls legs out from under him, and a ball of flame rolls across the room to fling itself at the cleric.Ezekial looses sight of the fight, but his keen ears can make out what goes on.  The grunt of the gnolls as they swing heavy weapons at their attacks, the clank of an armoured cleric stepping backwards and casting a spell.  The flaming ball hisses, leaping through the air, and the smell of gnollish fur fills the air.  Weapons are swung, and there's a sudden bounce to one of the cords that binds his limbs as a shrill voice yelps "Yip free."  For a few minutes Ezekial actually thinks the attackers will slay the cleric and her gnollish allies before he's freed, then the sound of a spell echoes through the room and a feminine voice utters the word "Flee" through a great helm.  Seconds later Ezekial watches the dwarf charge across the room once more, succumbing to the cleric's magic.  The imprisoned man watches the dwarf charge towards one of the closed doors to the room, bending the magic's control as much as he can to avoid the open doorway and the elven wizard standing in its shadows."No," Ezekial yells, already aware of what's behind the dwarf's chosen path of retreat.  It's too late, and he sees the armoured figure come to a stop in front of the horde of human and ogre skeletons the cleric had been storing in the room."Some rescue," Ezekial mutters.  One of the ropes snaps as the kobold gnaws through it, and the change in leverage is enough that Ezekial can free himself from the rest.  The kobold is already moving, executing a stunning series of back-flips that puts him toe to toe with the surviving gnoll and cleric.  Ezekial briefly contemplates fleeing from the scene, but reason over-rides instinct and he instead dives for the small pile his captors had made of his equipment.  He finds his rapier in short order, pulling it free of its sheath and diving forward to aid his rescuers.  The cleric is wounded, but surrounded by a dark light that indicates some form of foul blessing protecting her.  The gnoll is in worse shape, but is faced by nothing but the small kobold as the armoured cleric of Heironous turns to aid the dwarf with a well-timed turning."Thank ye," the Dwarf rumbles as Ezekial hears the popping sound of zombies exploding, then the squelch of a battle-axe dropping something large and already dead.  Ezekial's blade finds a gnollish lung, dropping the creature to its knees where a flaming sphere is quick to immolate him.  Only the cleric remains, and she puts up a fair fight for someone already smeared with blood and bereft of allies, but the combined assault of five warriors is to much for her and she falls to the floor."Freedom," Ezekial thinks, and he savours the taste of the word for a few seconds while the others catch their breath.  With his most sincere and welcoming grin, Ezekial turns to thank his rescuers.  The site of the Cleric's face once he's taken off his helm is enough to give Ezekial pause."Ah cousin," Calmert says, "In a spot of trouble I see.  It's a good thing I came to look for you, isn't it?  Now, I know you've probably put a good deal of effort into forgetting this, but it's Miatta's wedding in a couple of weeks time and she's always thought of you as her favourite cousin, a lack of taste on her part perhaps, but I think it's best we clear this temple-raiding quickly and make an appearance, don't you?"</blockquote>

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