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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4840562" data-attributes="member: 16069">Everybody has a connection with Grimsby, look deep down, deeper still... not there, under the pancreas, the dark place you don't go to, the dark empty place that screams in the night, wakes you up sweating and shivering... That's the place, your inner Grimsby.Also I have lots of family in Reading, which just goes to show what an inbred bunch of gap-toothed hominids we are; the English that is.No offence intended.More of the same but different, actually a better title would be- "How to really kill a Rogue."The Friday Knights in Sellswords of FallcrestPart 15: Intricate and ComplexIt certainly is a big chest - intricate, complex; Kullervo finishes his intro -“It's... Intricate... Complex...” He shrugs.“You can't open it, can you?” Cathal stares hard at Kullervo, and then down to the Fence on the floor, a little tied up at the moment. He shakes his head- vehemently; his gag prevents him from replying.Cathal shakes his head back, nods at Astaroth, who grins and then reaches down.A moment later Arthuro the Fence is being buffeted as if he were in a hurricane - Astaroth shakes him, hard.“He doesn't know anything.” Kullervo tries, but it's too late.Muffled screams for a while and then he's set down again, dizzy Arthuro collapses, his head just missing the frame of the bed.“I'll try again. Just leave him.” Kullervo makes a stand and stalks back over to the great, and intricate, and complex, chest.A crowd gathers - watches him, and he's back at the gate with their eyes burning holes in him.The locking mechanism on the first drawer is delicate, and quite definitely trapped, if only he could... He piggles and proddles with his tools, jiggles and pokes and... Nothing.“It's trapped,” he spins around and declares. Astaroth and Ignaran take a step to the side, out of harms way, Cathal stands still- confident. That is until Kullervo turns back to his task, at which point he swiftly wrenches Arthuro up from the floor and positions the Fence in front of him - a meat shield.Time passes.Inexorably.Kullervo sweats, frets and generally fails to make headway.“Complex.” He murmurs.More time passes.Ditto, inexorably.Sweat drips down his forehead, follows the arch of his arm, into the barrel of the lock. Kullervo grits his teeth and finally...SPUNG.His lock pick flies from his hand, lies there on the floor, forlorn - the end bent.“It can't be... Aghhhhh!”SMASHLots of things happen at once, and so, in order.Kullervo turns to face his audience, begins his resignation speech. Astaroth swings his greataxe up high, and over his head.Kullervo spots this, screams, and dives aside.Astaroth's greataxe connects with the chest cum cabinet.Smashes through the solid wooden frame, and rips on down, shattering the myriad compartments, dislodging locking mechanisms, scattering the drawers and contents and at the same time triggering every trap.Thum...Pah.A needle shoots out and embeds itself in Arthuro's forehead, the Fence suddenly adopts a vacant expression, staggers forward- out of Cathal's grip.SNIKA razor sharp scythe blade slashes out in a half-circle, severs the bonds that bind Arthuro's wrists, and leaves bloody cuts in its wake, nevertheless the Fence grins, his eyes dart and dodge- spot the door, the exit - freedom.Arthuro makes his break.THUP-WAKKA.And is just in time to intercept the five foot spear that shoots out from the centre of the now decimated chest.The spear smashes through Arthuro's thin  leather armour and burrows its way into his chest, deflected only slightly by his sternum.The spear is travelling at quite a speed.It doesn't stop there.Nor does the Fence.Arthuro is flung backwards, off his feet and into the air.THUNKHe thumps into the far wall.“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”And tumbles face first onto his bed, the one he hasn't slept on for over a year...CRUNCH-RIP.The spear is broken and ripped from his chest as he lands, which by the look on Arthuro's face, hurts a little.All is silent.Arthuro lies there, his whole body screaming in agony, although the poison in his brow, and now brain - numbing the experience.More silence.Eventually the Fence looks up, to the staring Friday Knights.He's grinning, scratch that laughing- odd.“It didn't...”KERCHUNG!Half-a-dozen short spears skewer Arthuro, making short work of the thin, now blood-soaked, mattress en route.Arthuro gargles.“... work.” He whispers, and then expires.“I said it was trapped.” Kullervo confirms in a daze.“Right then. What do we have here?” Cathal wades into the broken treasure chest, Astaroth follows suit - which just leaves Ignaran and Kullervo still staring.“Pelor's light.” Kullervo whispers and crosses himself.“Exactly.” Ignaran confirms.Arthuro's body twitches, and spurts a little- before finally coming to rest.“I'm not going near any more traps - ever.” Kullervo declares, definite.“Then you'd better go home now- farmer's boy.” Cathal states, and adopts a half-grin half-frown.Ignaran puts his arm around Kullervo, who continues to stare at Arthuro's broken corpse.</blockquote>

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