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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 1241802" data-attributes="member: 11574">Alriand awakens in a dark room, strapped to a rickety chair, her shoulder still very tender and aching. She looks around and sees the walls lined with jars and bottles, a faint smell of wet dirt and decay waft past her nose. Struggling against her bonds she finds that both of her arms have been strapped to the arms of the chair, all the way up to her elbow. Her Legs are also tied to the chair up to her knees, her neck has also been strapped to the back to the chair making it almost impossible to get a look at her immediate sides, let alone the chair. Her yanking and pulling is only causing the chair to creak in protest louder, she shouts out for help, then pauses and only hears a dripping sound coming from the ceiling. She struggles again but the bonds are far too tight to allow any wiggle room. Her latest efforts while not freeing her have apparently brought her captor to her, as Alriand hears footsteps coming down some stairs to the left of her. She hears the fidgeting of the doorknob and the moaning of the hinges as the door swings open, letting in the light of a small candle held by whomever has arrived. "Let me go. Why have you tied me up? Who are you? What am I doing here?" Alriand fires off in rapid successionThe individual makes no sound as the candle gets placed on a table behind Alriand. Alriand can see from the shadow cast across the dark floor, the silhouette of a stooping individual pulling jars off of a shelf above the candle. Alriand hears the setting of numerous jars onto the wood table, then the opening of lids, and finally the stench of their odors cascading down her from behind her captive chair. Most of the smells cause Alriand to hold her breath to avoid becoming nauseated. Then Alriand hears the unmistakable sound of a blade being drawn from a scabbard. Panic swells up in Alriand as she tries in vain to break her bonds before that blade crosses her throat or some other vital part of her anatomy.Sweat beading on her forehead and her heart racing Alriand calls out again to her captor."I don't know who you are but, you are in very deep manure. My friend are going to come rescue me and they'll be hell to pay." Alriand states trying to sound more confident than she was feeling.Still nothing from behind her. Then Alriand's head is shoved against the back of the chair, as her hair is pulled through some opening in the back of the chair. "Hey now, that hurt." Alriand yells as she feels the hand and fingers of her captor wrap around a swath of her hair. "What are you doing? Hey!" Alriand tries to force her head forward and her hair out of the hands of whomever, but the strap across her throat doesn't allow for much room, save to breathe. Alriand feels her hair being cut away, until the handful her captor has, is finally freed from Alriand's head. Alriand sighs in relief that the blade wasn't used to kill her, she tries to listen to the person behind her, and hears the stirring of a liquid and then the setting of the stirrer onto the side of the glass jar. Alriand tries to focus more on the shadow against the floor, looking for any bit of information that would tell her who this might be, although she suspected the witch she hope it would be someone else and that they could be bargained with. Then cold bony fingers find their purchase across Alriand's forehead forcing her head still. Then the cold chill edge of a blade is run across her scalp. Alriand screams in protest as she feels the warm blood begin to well up from her scalp. The cold hand forces Alriand's head to the right side at an angle, this causes the blood to drip off only to be caught by a waiting cup held by the other hand of her captor. After what seemed like ages, the hand releases it's grasp, and Alriand straightens her head again. She then hears the unfurling of parchment and the reading of arcane words. Alriand recognizes the voice as that of the witch, in a deep panic now Alriand tries again to break the rope and leather she's being restrained with. The chair groans it's disapproval of her actions, Alriand is just about to give up as the witch completes her spell, and Alriand feels something crawling up her leg. Whatever it is , is deftly making it's way up her knees, as it crawls over that horizon, Alriand sees the biggest spider she's ever laid eyes on. The thing sets two legs to the right of her head, and two legs to the left of her head. It's glistening fangs protrude from it's head. It's eyes glitter from what little light the candle gives off. The beast rears up, and as it's coming down on Alriand, she can make out the smiling visage of Raziel just as the spider's two fangs sink deep into the cheek of Alriand. Alriand only screams for a little bit as another bite hits her in the throat, this one paralyzing her and sending her reality into darkness once again.</blockquote>

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