Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Dec 14, 2011 13:50:34 GMT -5
This is a RP that I have been doing for awhile and I thought perhaps I might put a few posts every once in awhile. So for the sake of continuance, I kindly ask that for now that it be a "closed" RP.
The excitement of becoming a Seneschal had faded and once more she made her way to her small cottage at the edge of town. The house was dark and silent--almost deadly silent--as she locked the door behind her.
Opening the trunk at the end of her bed, she carefully placed her hunting gear in it's confines along with the weapons she used each time she travelled out to hunt various creatures. The sound of a distant owl hooting made her feel even more alone.
As she closed her eyes in search of peaceful slumber, she thought of her sisters and her brother and wondered if they missed her. And she thought of a certain Cleric, wondering if he ever thought of her. Clutching the teddypanda bear closely, she slowly fell asleep with a wish on her mind; something that only she would know.
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Bre'Cheye
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ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Dec 14, 2011 13:50:59 GMT -5
By Varn:
As Varn was out exploring the mountainous regions of the West, he came across a poor looking troll. He decided to help out this sad looking creature. As he was helping pick some stuff off the ground the troll jumped him from behind. He stole all his gems and blinding dust that he had been collecting. When Varn woke up he realized that the troll only left him with a rock as payment for his help.
Varn was badly hurt but fortunately he always kept a healing salve in his war boots. As he laying there recovering from his wounds, he heard a soft voice in his head. A voice of a druid spoke to him saying, “if only I had a dragon’s egg, then people would love my cookies and come visit me.” It was the kindest and most gentle voice he had ever heard. It gave him strength and now he had a purpose to live.
The mines weren’t to far off from where he was and he definitely had enough strength to steal some eggs and get to where he need to go. Making his way towards the South part of the mountains, he stumbled across a dragons nest. He looked around and grabbed a couple eggs very quickly. “Come to papa,” he said. He started to run before the dragon came back and noticed what had happened. He heard loud roars coming from behind him but he dare not look back. He didn’t know where he was going but something inside him was directing him. Like a compass in his brain that told him where to go.
It was night fall by the time he made it into town and everyone was at the tavern drinking it up. Varn walked right passed all the charming people begging him to come in for a drink. He was on a mission and he couldn’t let anything happen to the eggs. As he walked up a dark path, he saw a dim light on in a cottage. He lets a sigh while saying, “That’s it, that’s the place I have been looking for. Finally!” He makes his way up to the front door of the cottage and knocks.
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Bre'Cheye
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ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Dec 14, 2011 13:51:24 GMT -5
The rain hitting the tin roof of the small shed sounded like walnuts hitting a metal shield. The small shed was at the back of the inn where a brother and sister were fast asleep. The Half Elf Cleric who had been helping his friend Sage track down one sister was now in deep conversation with the younger sister. "Why is it that they never knew about you?" the Cleric asked the naive Druid. Before she could answer, their attention was drawn to the pounding on the door of the shed....
She was pulled from her dream by the sound of someone knocking on her front door; a dream about a point in her life she didn't like remembering. Grabbing the teddypanda bear her clan leader had given her, she slowly walked from her room to the living area. Half-way across the room she realized that once more she didn't have any weapon for protection so she grabbed the poker from the fireplace...... 'just in case.'
With the poker out of sight, she opened the door to see a shadowed figure standing on the front stoop. At first she didn't recognize who it was that was holding something 'egg-shaped' in their hands, until the moon broke through the few clouds in the sky that night. "Varn? Varn! What are you doing here so late? And are those dragon eggs?!? I've been wanting some of those to make some special cookies for Sirinnu. Please come in."
She looked down at the poker in one hand and the teddypanda bear in the other, then quickly set her 'weapon' aside. "I, uh.. thought I heard a prowler and Teddy here," she said as she held up the stuffed toy, "he's not too good at scaring anyone off."
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Dec 14, 2011 13:52:41 GMT -5
~*~*~*~*~*~*~A Few Weeks later~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She had long since packed up the festive decorations her clan had used during the party that had been patterned after a Beach Party, and was now busy with preparing her small cottage for the coming winter months. Like a chameleon, the many trees that surrounded the graying wooden house that had once boasted many a green vibrant leaf, now was glowing in varying shades of reds, oranges and yellows. The pumpkins, gourds and other fall vegetables had long since been gathered and stored safely on the shelves with the summer food bounty in the cellar beneath her small house. The apples, peaches and pears had been picked and packed away and the dried flower seeds were safely tucked away in small boxes in the trunk at the end of her bed.
It had been very quiet as of late and she passed the thought off to herself that the reason why no one came by to visit was because they were too busy with their lives as they prepared for the coming winter and the holidays. If it weren't for the almost daily note from one she thought of as a brother or the friendship of a few others, she would have long since left these lands to search for where she had came from: wherever that was.
As she knelt in the garden to dig up the tulip bulbs, the unusually warm fall winds softly blew through her hair. With a dirt covered hand, she pushed at her hair; not caring about any smudges that now spotted her nose and forehead. Casting a glance around the yard filled with dead flowers and bushes, she recalled one of her long lost friends promising her that he would bring his guitar and cookies and bring the clan by to help with her yard--and to put the swing under the tree to good use. She choked back what she was feeling to convince herself it didn't matter what others thought... it shouldn't matter, but it did. And so she continued to sit near the entrance of her house, her fingers digging in the dirt; searching for a lost tulip bulb and not noticing or caring about the falling leaves from her trees.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Dec 14, 2011 13:53:22 GMT -5
By Michaelys *Waking up in a strange place did not usually concern Michaelys. It was part of the curse of being who he was. But waking up to find out he was missing his lute was enough to make him truly angry.* "Of all the evil things to do! Stealing a man's means of livelihood! Well, we'll just See about that!" he stated to himself. Looking around, he spotted his pack, half open. Luckily the open half was Not facing up for the rain to get into. Murmuring a silent prayer to his Goddess, he dug into the pack and pulled out his second best jerkin, vest and pants. Pulling them on, he also digs out a rather worn out pair of boots he'd not gotten around to tossing. Feeling grateful in hindsight, he winces as he finds that his bodhran had also been splintered almost beyond recognition. Newly angered, he decides that he better make the most of what was left of the day and find the tracks of those who stole his lute. Luckily, they hadn't thought to look at the 'rags' at the bottom of his pack, or he would be penniless as well as footsore before reaching habitable lands again. Searching nearby, he found the signs of the struggle he must of put up when he was drug here, wherever 'here' was. After looking around, he discovered that there were tracks leading off through the woods, and that they hadn't even bothered to conceal them. Thinking that he would catch up to the thieves sooner rather than later, Michaelys hefted his pack and started right out. ************************ After several hours of tracking, Michaelys realized that he'd never catch the thieves on foot. Exasperatedly, he ran his hands through his hair, and started looking for a place to make camp. Realizing a moment later that curling up under a bush would be the best camp he could hope for, he shrugged and decided to press on a little further. Shortly after this, he came across an old game path twisting through the woods. Deciding that it beat creating his own path, he followed it for a ways. After a few miles, he realized that the footpath had seen more traffic than game, but was beginning to be overgrown. As he rounded a bend in the woods, he came across a small cottage buried in the woods. He noticed how neat it appeared, as though someone took great care of it. Deciding to beg a crust of bread from whomever owned the place, he turned down the path leading to the door. Only as he neared the cottage, did he realize someone was already there. Kneeling in the garden beside the door was a child! No, on second glance, he realized she wasn't a child at all but a young woman, perhaps a distant relative to the elves, which would explain her youthful appearance. Not wanting to startle her, he stopped before he got to close and started whistling a very old tune. Hoping he didn't sound too much like the birds in the trees. After a moment, he realized she didn't notice him, because she carried a sense of sadness about her. Feeling his compassionate spirit overflowing, he tentatively approached her, then he asked, "May I be of service, m'lady?
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Dec 22, 2011 15:16:04 GMT -5
By Bre'Cheye:
With dirt on her nose and forehead and her blonde hair stringing down again in her eyes, she was lost in thought while feeling somewhat frustrated in her inability to find that tenth tulip bulb. She had planted ten, so there should be ten bulbs. So intent on not wanting to leave that lone wolf of a tulip bulb to freeze when the winter winds started blowing, she didn't notice the slight crunching of the leaves behind her or the tune of a whistle that floated on the breeze.
And so when she heard a man's voice offer up assistance, at first the broken silence first startled her then irritated her that she was outside her house alone with no form of a weapon, other than a garden trowel.
She turned her head in the direction of the man's voice, and although his clothes had seen better days and he looked rather roughed up by some turn of events, it was his eyes that took her back to their first meeting.
Quickly, she stood and brushed her dirty hands against the front of her dress and attempted to right her dishelved tangled hair and spoke a name that only had been spoken in her mind these long months of solitude. "Michaelys, you look..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered her manners.
"You look like you have been on foot for days, and you look famished. Are you hurt? I have a pot of stew waiting for someone to make good use of it."
Once more she pushed at the few strands of hair hanging in her face, then laughed as she apologized for her appearance, "You'll have to forgive the way I look. I've been out in the orchards and gardens gathering the fruits and vegetables. I was trying to get it all in before the cold winds moved in."
She stood before the bard, her hands now fidgeting with a string at the front of her dress. She remembered him, and she hoped he remembered her. And... most of all, she hoped that he was not hurt too badly, for her minor Druid healing spell she could cast was only good enough for small scrapes and cuts.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Dec 22, 2011 15:17:42 GMT -5
By Michaelys: "Bre'..", the word was spoken before he realized he'd said anything. Then, catching himself, he stopped gaping at her in shocked surprise. He allowed his pack to drop to the ground as he gazed at his friend. Then, his arms opening for a hug, he bent to her quickly. He lost all sense of decorum and picked her up off her feet, whispering her name half to himself. "Oh Bre', I thought you'd gone home. And I thought I'd have to travel half the world round to find you. I've missed you, my friend." Regaining his sense of right, he gently set her on her feet. "What was that you said? Stew..? Yes, I wouldn't mind a bowl or two. But, I'm afraid I won't be able ta sing fer me supper, as I seem ta have misplaced my lute," a cloud seems to darken his visage as he speaks these last words, but he shakes it off. "I have so many questions, I don't know...where," it was a wonder to see, a bard, speechless.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Jan 4, 2012 16:14:07 GMT -5
As he hugged her and picked her up, the air was squished from her lungs. The air, though, seemed replaced by a sense of relief; a feeling of all her worries slipping away. A smile crossed her face as she heard him whisper her name again and she couldn't do anything but give him a hug in return.
When her feet connected with solid ground again, she stumbled backward but a grab to his sleeve prevented her from bumping into her house. His words of her 'home' confused her at first, then she realized he was referring to the place she had been born in. "No, I couldn't... I," she looked down and wrinkled her forehead at the thought of her inability to teleport properly then looked back up into his stubbly face. "I've missed you as well. And I feared for your life."
With her hand still holding onto his sleeve, she turned toward the door; tugging on the material to invite him in. She entered the living area where she threw in a couple more small logs to keep the fire burning, all the while speaking to Michaelys.
"The last time we were together, those awful men. I thought they were from my father's employ..." She nodded her head toward the kitchen that was just off the living area, then waved her hand for him to follow. "My father, whom I've never met, would like to see me dead as well as my older half sister. I thought those men were a part of his dirty henchmen. That's why I fled so quickly that day.
And I'm ashamed to say, I hid in the Wizards & Warriors castle for over a month; afraid to be seen in public. Sirinnu was very kind to keep me hidden." She set the bowl of hot stew on the table, then placed a plate of biscuits and a pat of butter. Grabbing a big mug, she poured some hot coffee then sat down in the other chair.
"Sit, and eat up. You look like you haven't eaten in days. And the price of my stew? Just a smile and a 'Thank You' "
She looked down at her folded hands on the table then closed her eyes as she continued talking, "I later learned that those men were after you. And when I didn't see you any longer in this area...."
She looked away, staring out the window near the back door so he couldn't see her face. It had made her sad each time she thought of him, each time she wondered if he were alive or wondered if he would come back. Looking at a limb through the window, she half whispered, half choked out, "I was afraid you were dead."
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Jan 4, 2012 16:14:45 GMT -5
By Michaelys: Looking at her, between mouthfuls, as he sat at the table. He listened to the sadness in her voice. He wanted to reach out to her, but his long absence lay between them, like a spirit all its own. "Bre'Cheye, I'm sorry. I had to run, my friends caused a distraction, and I lit out for my home. Suddenly the forest was alive with soldiers, I couldn't lead them back to my friends, so I misdirected them for a league before I was caught." Up til then, he was very open about his speech, then a catch formed in his voice, "I..I fought as best I could, but... with half a company after you..." (His eyes got a far-away look in them as he remembered the battle. Getting his back against a 3 trunk tree, forcing them to come at him no more than 2 at a time. The cut and thrust of swordplay, it was exhilirating, but after awhile it was very wearying. Finally, someone got past his guard, and his sword was wrest from his one hand, and his long knife torn from the other. Still wrestling and kicking, his arms were thrust behind his back and he was practically hog-tied and thrown into a cage. There followed hours or days of darkness, impossible to tell, then, a sharp pain, and he awoke in the forest.) Shaking his head ruefully, he forced a smile back on his face, not hard to do with the company he was in. "Anyway, here I am, so I suppose it wasn't as bad as all that. And somehow, I've been blessed to find my very good friend, again!" he said. Looking down, he realized he'd eaten all the stew and half of the biscuits, and was scraping the bowl with his sp.oon to get all the sauce. "Wow, Bre'. This is really good. Thank you. Might i have another bowl?
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Bre'Cheye
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ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Jan 10, 2012 14:26:31 GMT -5
She sat and listened as he told of his ordeal, her right hand resting against the side of her head. Her fingers absent-mindedly played with her hair as she watched his every movement. She frowned as he apparently became lost in thought, she supposed he must have been thinking of what had realy happened. It must have been tremendously horrible, she thought to herself, if he couldn't bring himself to speak of it to her. If the time came when he felt comfortable telling her more, she would gladly listen, but until then... she wouldn't pry.
Seeing that same smile on his face, she smiled back at him then noticed his near empty bowl. At his request, she quickly stood up and filled the bowl once more.
"Of course you can have more. And if that isn't enough, you can have another bowl."
Placing the bowl in front of him, she also replaced the biscuits with more then added a couple slices of cheese.
"I don't know why I make enough for so many people, there's hardly ever anyone who bothers to come way out here."
She sniffed the air then jumped up from her chair to grab a thick cloth. Quickly, she opened the oven and sighed heavily in relief that her apple pie had not burned to a crisp. "It's a good thing you came along when you did, I had completely forgotten about putting that pie in the oven. It would have ruined while I dug in the dirt for that last tulip bulb." Looking down at her hands, she realized they were still dirt covered and she guessed her face was as well.
"My goodness, you must think I look like a street urchin with all this dirt on me." She quickly ran some water into the sink to dampen a cloth before washing her hands with the bar of soap she had made earlier in the summer. The dirt from her face came off easily with the damp cloth, which she thought would also help 'cool her down,' for she thought she surely must be blushing in his presence.
Sitting once more in the chair nearest his that sat at the head of the table, she leaned her head against her hand to take in the knowledge that had been revealed to her: he was safe, and alive.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Jan 10, 2012 14:27:06 GMT -5
By Michaelys As he watched her move, he sat entranced. Even doing so simple a task a ladling stew into a bowl, or fetching a pie from from the oven, there was an inate grace about her movements. Seeing her flush at having not cleaned up, just reminded him of how much it showed her strength. A willingness to maintain her home alone, when she surely deserved servants to do her bidding. As she set the bowl in front of him, he lowered his gaze so as to not be caught staring. Picking up a biscuit in one hand and a sthingy with the other, he realized once again how famished he was, that even the first bowl did not dint his hunger. Trying to eat at a more leisurely pace, to savor the flavors as he ate, he decided to talk a little of his experiences. "Bre', I think it may be good to talk, at least a little bit, about ...certain things." Looking up at her he caught her eye and held it for a moment before looking back down at his meal. "I've been chased all over the land by a 'group' of people trying to find where my family lives. Occasionally, I get caught and can trick them into believing I've given them the locale...but to do so, I have to endure some fairly awful things." He glances back up at her expecting pity, but the compassion in her eyes gives him pause.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Feb 9, 2012 21:55:43 GMT -5
As he told her of his ordeal, her mind went back to that day in the tavern when at first she thought the intruders had been hired men of her father's. Her eyes closed slowly,recalling the scene, the burst of burly looking men. Her shoulders shook at the memory as she opened her eyes once more to look at the tired Bard.
"Awful things?" she asked, confusion in her voice. "Those men...they?" she looked at his wrist and noted the markings she could only guess might be from a rope. She lightly touched the back of his hand, wanting to absorb some of his pain from his past experiences but only felt his pulse beneath her fingers.
"If they are still chasing you, I can try to help you. I have a couple extra rooms upstairs," she offered, looking upward quickly. "Surely you wouldn't be found here, so deeply in the woods. Only a few of my clansmen know of this cottage."
She picked the knife up to slice the freshly baked pie, then smiled, "You wouldn't believe the pies that go uneaten here. And the cookies."
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Bre'Cheye
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ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Feb 9, 2012 21:57:01 GMT -5
By Michaelys: Feeling her hand touch his, if only for a moment, brought such a rush of memories he could scarcely see one before another took its place. When she got up he glanced upward also. Thinking this could be a safe haven, seeing as how he had only stumbled across it accidently himself. He smiled as she handed him a slice of pie, and the aroma took him far away, to a place he hadn't been in a long..long time. Being so tired, he started singing a soft tune, one his mother had sung to him long ago. And, unknown to him an image appeared, hazy and indistinct, in the air behind him. It appeared to be a kitchen, with a woman preparing something at the counter. A man entered and she rushed to him, dancing, then hugged him tight and was hugged back. Together they began to dance around the kitchen and into the front room. A very young Michaelys was quietly playing a drum and he watched with wonder as his parents danced before him. The intricate little steps they took, even when just dancing for the sheer joy of it. After a few moments, his Father pcked him up and they all whirled away in the dance. The image faded as he wearily fell asleep in his chair, the pie untouched before him. And yet, he had a soft smile on his face.
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Bre'Cheye
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Feb 22, 2012 15:49:53 GMT -5
The smile on his face as she set the plate of pie in front of him made her smile as well, for she took it as a 'thank you' or a compliment to her cooking. Hardly anyone ever came here any longer so it was a very rare occasion that a body other than herself enjoyed anything she cooked. So to see another in her kitchen, and a hungry bard at that, actually had doubly brightened her day.
She turned away to look out the window at the gray skies then back toward Michaelys to see if he had tasted the pie yet. It seemed, though, he was lost in thought. She didn't want to interupt him, for somehow she felt that he was recalling a pleasant memory. And so she leaned back against the cabinet to wait.
The peaceful look on his face, the smile on his face made her wish that she could be privvy to the thoughts racing through his mind: for anything as pleasant as whatever he was thinking of, was far more exciting than her life.
She stepped closer, turning her head toward the right slightly and bent down just as his eyes slowly closed; the smile still on his face. Whispering to herself, she spoke his name, "Oh Michaelys... you must be exhausted."
Closing her eyes to search her mind for a solution to a sleeping bard at her kitchen table, every idea turned out to be impossible. Should she leave him there? What if he fell out of the chair? Or what if he fell face-first into her pie! A small chuckle could barely be heard under her breath at THAT thought.
She slowly looked upward then back to Michaelys before lightly touching his left shoulder. "Now let me see," she said to herself as she tried to remember the elven words she sought. "Atara Tunare...Atara Tunare yewl sina edan iirtal desha tanya ro aa wili faer i' drii." (Mother Tunare, give this man flight so that he may float with the air)
Seeing him rise slightly in a seated position, she smiled that she could recall the correct words to her levitation spell. She tugged on his sleeve slightly, laughed at his continued seated position then pulled him from the kitchen to float behind her to the living room. She opened the door on the left that led to a set of stairs. Up those stairs she went cautiously, for she knew that the 5th step creaked loudly. And at that loud protesting creak, she stopped momentarily.
Looking up the stairs, she whispered under her breath, "Just seven more to go... Atara Tunare..." Another step, and then another.... "I can't remember the words."
She climbed four more steps and he made a soft moaning noise at which time she spoke in drow, "Ser ukta v'drin, Atara Tunare," (keep him sleeping) And finally she stood in the short hallway that held a door on each side of her. She entered the door on her left, hoping her levitation spell held out, then pulled his floating figure toward the double bed. Releasing his shoulder, she pushed on his arm then pulled on his foot until he was in a horizontal position. And at that moment (thankfully), her levitation spell gave out.
She let out a long breath of relief as she pulled a quilt from the trunk at the end of the bed. "Sleep well, Michaelys. You can have some pie later." She covered him up then pushed his hair from his forehead. A quick smile then a turn on her heel, and she was walking through the door. Before closing the door to head back downstairs, she could be heard saying to herself, "I'm glad you are safe, Michaelys."
Back down the stairs she went to tidy up the kitchen before checking the locks of the doors. She could find that missing tulip bulb tomorrow, it had been a long day and she knew her pet dragon Fade would be waking up about now.
After cleaning the kitchen, she went back through the living room to stand by the set of two doors. She touched the one on the left (the one that hid the stairs) then opened the one on the right to enter the ground floor bedroom where she slept with her toy Teddypanda bear and pet miniature dragon Fade.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Feb 22, 2012 15:51:30 GMT -5
by Michaelys Sometime during the night, the nightmare returned to Michaelys as it did most nights. He was running, always running, and no matter where he went, or how fast he ran, or how he concealed himself, eventually he was found out. Then he had to run, sometimes he would turn to fight, and other times he just ran. In the end, he was either overcome, ensnared in some trap, or overwhelmed by sheer press of numbers and taken to someplace. . . dark. In the darkness there was an aroma.. a taste almost, of iron in the air. Not the hot flavor of iron in the forge. But the cold taste of old rust and rot. He would be questioned, always unending questions. He would resist, until resistance was no longer useful. Then he would confess, and answer all the questions. Then there would be a cold sharp pain, followed by nothingness. At this point he sat straight up in bed, not knowing where he was. Not crying out, but gasping as though from a long run. After a moment the sunlight streaming in through the window calmed him down, and he started to recall where he was, although how he got to his current location was something of a mystery.
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