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Author Topic: The Barker Street Irregulars case 1 Crowned Panic.  (Read 10464 times)
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« Reply #400 on: July 09, 2015, 03:25:50 am »

Molly beat about Inkpot's person with the sap; Inkpot had a thing for this harridan, true, but he wasn't about to let her beat him to dogmeat. "Wha're you playin' at, Molly?" he said in between parries with his sword and grabs for her sap with his other hand. it was a bit of a challenge to defend and turn his attacks into disarming movements intended to avoid harm coming to his lovely* opponent.

" 'Ow does I know you're the real Clockwarden? What if yer not really me fine Inkpot!?" Molly said through tears and red-haired indignation. "what if them guards was your own men, sacrificed to get in our good graces?

Inkpot realized time was of the essence. He could rack his brain for minutes on end, trying to think of something clever to say to convince this heavenly little hellion that he and his efforts were all ultimately for her (well, britain too, but mainly fo rher. A romantic beast, or about as romantic as goblins get, was Inkpot). And all teh while Marley and Celia and the others coulde be dying in some pitfall that he could have dispelled if only he'd been at teh lever. He settled for the physical display of affection as the best answer, and ducked under Molly's guard, aiming, or seeming for all the world to aim, for her heart (which he was, infact, doing - just not really with his sword), and at the very last second, dropped teh point, letting teh sword dangle from it's wrist loop, and grabbed her around teh waist, stealing a kiss as Molly squirmed against his breastplate and squealed into his mouth in indignation - and then slowly subsided until they broke for a moment. "Is that proof enough for ye, little pansy?"  Inkpoyt breathed endearingly.

"ye, Inky, it is."

Certain entreaties, overtures and indiscretions such as lovers engage in even when the world around them teeters on teh brink of ruin prevailed for a few moments, until Inkpot told molly the situationand what was at stake.

"I'll talk to mum an' dad, Inky, but i can't promise anythin'," Molly said finally. "Now get you up tae your clock. We'll see what we can do down 'ere."

"Thanks, Molly dear." A final clasp and Inkpot was up the stairs and gone as if walking into the wall, and Molly was instructing poeiople to barricade teh door, but only so they could let the Ballast's party in while keeping the impostors out
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Inkpot got into teh clockroom, and was immediately perturbed by what he saw; nothing had been done to the clock itself ior the room in which it was located, but something was obviously keeping the gear train off balance. he fixed that problem, and there was a shower of golden sparks as certain anomalous  spells and cantrips out in the streets blew themselves apart. Watching the gigantic display of teh tower and the streets around it (almost an exact twin to teh main dial on his watch), Inkpot flipped a few levers that were missing on his smalle rtimepiece, and several streets that would have jumped into th party's way suddenly snapped back into their proper places and sequences. "Now, tae see if I kin trace 'em on here," he muttered as he took out a magnifying glass and an oddly-colored lantern. If only somebody'd find that damned bird, he mused to himself - and then started in surprise as what appeared to be a dark mote in the shape of a raven superimposed itself on the changing grid like a shadow from a gnomon "bird or somethin else ravenish?" he muttered "aha, there be Celia and them, roight b'soide it"...
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« Reply #401 on: July 09, 2015, 05:32:57 pm »

THe old wolf turned back into the alleyway he had been hiding in just in time for the roads and alley ways to re arrange them selves. before him stood the clock tower with its strange halo of energy around it.
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« Reply #402 on: July 09, 2015, 09:52:03 pm »

Celia looked in awe at the key as she ducked trough another door finally reaching another courtyard that seamed to be full of dazzling sparks and there at the centre was the golden tower. She paused breathing heavy then tried to speak in-between lungfuls of air. "I think that is the key to the raven's aerie and most likely why things are not totally dire yet. The knights must have transferred the bird to one of the travel cages to take it and there are protections in the metal to keep it safe.  Without this key they can't get at the raven inside.  A goblin must have taken it." 

The boy king looked over the high wall surrounding the courtyard so close yet so far.  The tower itself was resisting the scouts he had sent and now the light was actively rebuking them.  It was rebuking everyone accept for one corner that was still in darkness. A chill went down his spine as he saw the lady among them.  "It's Morgan's folk! We have to stop them before they can corrupt the pact."  He was running down to his horse before the lady could stop him. 

She turned to follow and her handler stopped her. "My lady he is much better served if you can persuade the tower to come to an agreement with us."

"I suppose." Her voice was hollow but there was power in the movement of her hands as she summoned shadows to give them a clear path to the door.  She disliked watching her boy go off to battle without her but if they could get the land to bow to them then he would be far stronger than before.
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« Reply #403 on: July 14, 2015, 04:02:47 pm »

Inkpot spied another dot, this one similar to the shape of an all-too-famiar sword, on the ever-altering grid display; this one seemed to be altering the streets around it as it came, heading straight as an arrow toward teh tower. He noticed an ominous off-beat ping occurring every now and then in the temporal-stasis train of the Clock, and the room actually lurched with each ping and stopped it's normal eddy-like movement, circling far too swiftly into a position that forced teh clock and the streets to line up so tha the new dot could come straight at the tower. "We'll see about that, little lady!" Inkpot muttered, and flipped a series of levers, then grabbed and yanked slow-wards on the timing lever. Teh grid stopped changing in the new dot's favor, and mid a shower of red sparks and arcs of crimson force, bumped past the lurches that had previously bedeviled the mechanism. Still the new dot came to teh doorway of the Tower. He flipped yet another lever, and the doors of the Tower slammed shut, bolting themselves shut as Inkpot threw them out of phase with the rest of teh tower and the market. "That oughter 'old 'em, he said, as he heard Molly downstairs  organizing a defensive phalanx.
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Out on the street, Marley stumbled as the street they were walking down suddenly swung like a rope suspension bridge and actually slammed into place in a manner that there was suddenly once again a clear path to the Tower - in addition to lots of masonry falling and people running this way and that screaming bloody murder. "What in the blazes is Ink playing at?!" he exclaimed, as red lightning flashed overhead. Hs own timepiece grew hot in his waistcoat pocket and he yanked it out on its chain, staring in horror as the time-eddies of London did little pirouettes out if sequence. "Something's wrong, Miss Celine!" he called out. as he sliced another foe in twain. "The votices are out of phase with each other!"
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« Reply #404 on: July 14, 2015, 05:37:38 pm »

The old wolf pulled out the pocket watch like device out of his pocket, it was bleeping and vibrating furiously and him, he popped open the cover and stared at the digital display as the "Time Stream deviation value" kept changing swinging between positive and negative values. Something was wrong, the device never ever gave a positive value, theoretically it was impossible but yet here he was watching the old device.
Another device chirped and he pulled out the patina and rust cover object, "Sir can you here me, please someone pick up my signal!" came a voice. He looked towards the tower and knew something was wrong. The group he had seen earlier appeared in a heap in the middle of the floor and he knew something was wrong. He stepped out of the shadow he had been hiding in, drew his antique pistol and approached the group.
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« Reply #405 on: July 15, 2015, 03:36:25 am »

"I know I can feel it."  Celia panted, it felt like someone was trying to pull her lungs out through her navel.  "I am going to try and push back." This would be much simpler if it did not feel as if the world was randomly inverting.  Closing her eyes did not seam to help. The threads of power were slippery and trying to jerk out of her hands. Working the lines was never entirely simple but it never failed to bend to her will but now it was like they were fighting.  Celia knew why as soon as she saw the column of shadows.  "That can't be good."  She launched a ball of light at the figures high above them and much to her surprise instead of impacting it seamed to turn inside out rushing back at them. "Well that ends my tulpa theory. She added something wicked to that and they don't have any power of their own. Take cover!"
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« Reply #406 on: July 15, 2015, 11:41:00 am »

Beety put up a spell lined umbrella shouting "Celia! Manners!" not at the woman she hurried to cover but at the woman on the tower.  Celia looked up, would it be worse if Beety was right or if she was wrong?  Either way could be death and far more than their own.
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« Reply #407 on: July 15, 2015, 11:44:30 am »

A large swirling sphere of purple flame came towards the small group.  As they all tried to duck away, Reid held out his dagger.  He was unsure if this ball of magical fire worked like normal fire, as a wave energy, but it was his,best idea.

The massive fireball struck, and with a hissing sound, went out.

The Ranger put his dagger back in his belt and lifted his sword.  In a few seconds, he would,be able to return the flaming sphere to it's owner......

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« Reply #408 on: July 15, 2015, 01:53:16 pm »

"Nice trick," Marley said, coming up beside Reid. "Y'hear that?" he jerked his head to the side, but spoke in a very loud voice and turned toward the party at the Tower, as a low moaning wind began to make itself heard, and leaves and small bits of detritus began to swirl in lazy miniature cyclones. There was something...odd... about that wind. It moaned and now began to shriek among the chimneypots and wolf tiles* of the Market's buildings - but very little of it could be felt in the streets below; it seemed mostly centered around the Tower, and marooned, somehow, about sixty feet in the air, as if it's main airmass could not push downward past the upper eaves of the Market's buildings or the middle girth of the Tower. "That's the Wind of Time!" Marley shouted. "You can only hear it, when something rips a hole in spacetime - or in this case, when some idiot knocks the vortices' balances off kilter." He let that sink in, and then continued, "It's the Concert of the Vortices," he added. "You've knocked it off-balance, you see. We just now put it back, but oh, no, you just had to knock it loose again! Whatever your name really is - th' real Celia's got a clue what not to mess with, which you obviously don't - a balance will be found one way or the other, I assure you!" That last was said with a very dark cast to his voice; such a thing had happened several times before, usually with dire consequences.

In response to the challenge, and the demand to state his name and what his business was, he polished his badge with the cuff of his shirt, and shouted back,"Sir Marley Whippett, Knights Temporal, at your service! Be advised, You are in violation of Temporal, Natural, and Royal Law." He braced himself for another fireball; His oath would not let him duck it. "How many o' those can you hold, Ranger?" he called in a low voice to Reid, with a flash of gallows humor...



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*wolf tiles: a feature of European architecture in mountain villages and even many of the older cities, being literally a tile or slate or stone set with a hole all the way through, aligned on the roof peak of a building, set in line with the prevailing direction of the winter winds so that it would shriek in the wind when it was time for the wolves to move on the farms, village or town.
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« Reply #409 on: July 15, 2015, 11:56:11 pm »

Reid looked at him, then looked at the party ahead.   

"The trick is not to hold them at all." said the ranger.   With that, Reid spun the katana in a half circle, mimicking a basic strike.  Purple flame erupted from the blade, and sailed towards their foe.    As the ball of fire slammed into them, there was a sound of screaming, and followed by a frantic woman's voice calling out "Toby!  Are you alright?"


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« Reply #410 on: July 16, 2015, 03:15:51 am »

She paused looking down at the old woman and for a moment her mind was full of odd echoes. The queen felt lost and for the first time since she fell among the knights there was clarity that frightened her.  Something was very wrong and she was in the middle of it.  She moved to call out but her handler sharply took her hand.  "No my lady. They are tricking you."

"But." She said confused.  Beety would never go in with the Morgan. There had to be something she could do. The darkness formed stairs and she turned to go down them.

The handier frowned and twisted a ring on his finger and the queen screamed doubled over in pain. "See how they attack you? See how they harm your son?"

"Yes." She said pale and resolute leaning on his arm.  She reached out in to the city calling on the river mists to blind them then tried to steady the tower.  Nothing would stop her from saving her boy.

Celia felt the surge herself but it was like a warm breath that let her stand without the spinning colors.  Stronger she turned and tugged at the shadows hoping to topple those above in to the pack on horse back..  "Wait is one of them a child? Why did she call out that name?"  She had no idea what was going on but was reading another ball of lightning just in case.
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« Reply #411 on: July 16, 2015, 03:59:09 am »

"Celia, I don't want to alarm you," Marley said after a gander through his pocket spyglass, "but that fellow on horseback, there, looks like your Toby in - eughh - rather odd armor." He pursed his lips; something was odd about what the lad was wearing. "If he's supposed to be Arthur, the period's off by a bit; looks like King Richard's that he wore at Beaufort in the Holy Land-!" he cut off, adjusted the eyepiece segment of the glass, and looked again, just in time to see the man twist his ring and the queenly person double over. "Can't be sure, but..." he moved a fraction closer, and waved his finger at the glass, then added, "No, thats clear, now. Looks like they're using some kind of discomfort-based compulsion talisman on her; She looks a lot more like you than you do, Milady..." He trailed off as mist began to rise from the flagstones of the street. "Wizard weather," he muttered, and cast a rather simple breeze cantrip to keep the mist moving so it wouldn't collect too thickly...
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« Reply #412 on: July 18, 2015, 04:02:22 am »

"If she is their creature why would they need the old carrot and stick?"  Celia was baffled, what was that creature standing above them and how did those knights come by it? "What ever it is it wants in that tower so we have to stop it.  If we can get there first we can make the pact and call on the land and then what ever it is up there with my face doesn't stand a chance." 

The horses thundered onward as Toby surged ahead driving his horse like a bat out of hell and hoping to meet them head on. He drew his sword and their was something unwholesome about the way it glittered in the light.  Within his helmet he grinned unpleasantly and aimed for Reid.  He would pay for lobbing fire at his king.
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« Reply #413 on: July 18, 2015, 04:12:52 am »

Reid eyed the man charging him down.  If he waited for impact, the collision might collide with Celia and the group.   So Reid ran forward to meet the armored man.   There was a feral gleam in the man's wild eyes as he bore down on the ranger.   Just as the combatants came together, Reid faked to the left, and as the man tried to lunge left, Reid spun like a matador, and sliced from the right.

There was a horrid scream of pain, but not from a human throat.   Instead, the massive charger fell to one side, bereft of it's rear left leg.  The momentum of the charge rolled the horse on top of his knight in a spray of equine blood and flying armor.  

Reid saw the man trying to climb from under the horse, and wanted to make a move to finish him, but there was something dark in the black glittering blade the knight still held in his hand.  Even pinned beneath the horse, the man lunged with the dark blade.

Rather than come too close to such powers, Reid dove aside, and retreated to his friends.  It was well he did too, when the knight fell, his cohorts charged in mass.  If the ranger had been a moment slower, he would have fallen under the press.   
As it was, three mounted men in white flew to the young man's side and leapt down to peel him from under the dying mount.

As they lifted him from his peril, the boy's helm rolled aside, and his face was clear to Celia.   It was Toby.  Older to be sure.  Stronger, more muscle mass.  But unmistakably Tobey..............
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« Reply #414 on: July 18, 2015, 08:54:29 am »

"Bloody - !" Marley burst out at the sudden charge, and once again grew and raised the spanner blade. "Alright, bloody come on, then if you think you're hard enough!" He yelled. A light was in his eyes that boded ill for anyone who tried to stand against him, but he stood his ground before Celia as two armored figures bore down on them. he took the first swipe of teh one in the lead on his flat (he dared not duck, the fellow was swinging a full-on two-hander and Celia was right behind Marley. He let the pointg of teh othe rman's sword slide down the length of his own, directing it harmlessly to the side, then as it lost momentum, suddenly slid it back up again using the longsword's blade as a runway, and neatly caught the man's sword arm in the unprotected armpit, severing the limb. He shoved teh hapless knight back with his boot, causing him to flop ove ron his back, noaning, his voice rising into a frantic scream as he realized what had been done to him.

Marley used the dregs of teh blows momentum to spin himself around, but yelled anyway, "Watch yourself, Celia, Beety!" as huis sword bit into but failed to do more than cut the other knight's  back superficially.  Marley watched in horror as the knight closed on Celia, as he himself scrambled to reach the man and forestall his attempt on the Ladies...
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« Reply #415 on: July 18, 2015, 11:28:29 pm »

Why? Why would they bother making a copy of Toby.  He was older and more sour faced without his golden curls but she would know him any where. She was beginning to wonder there was something more to this than the knights building a creature out of a bit of her essence. Celia knew there were parts of her exposed out in the world it was a hazard of the job but she had been very careful to ward Toby.  So what had happened?  Perhaps after the battle she could puzzle it out. Celia felt lucky the other her had raised the river it made it easier for the lightning to form as their powers rubbed against each other. She called it down like armour close enough to feel it's heat hand have her hair stand on end but not touching it's deadly power.  The knight was not so lucky as his sword made a full circuit with the wet ground beneath his feet.  The winds above them howled and started tossing things about.  "We have to get to the tower before everything is torn apart."
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« Reply #416 on: July 19, 2015, 06:31:23 am »

Instead of being allowed to return to base, the Linnaeus had been re-dispatched to again penetrate the thaumic field of the Market's glamour, to assess the situation. Being but lightly armed (Two swivel-mounted breechloading repeating 1.5-inch rifles) and boasting only her crew, who could arm themselves with Henry rifles in a pinch but were not air marines by any stretch of the imagination, she was hardly sortie material, but she was all the Order had in the area, and would have to suffice, it was decided. Thus it was that, just as the situation seemed dire beyond all help, the Glamoured sky above the Tower suddenly exploded into a fiery rain of purple sparks adn crawling arcs of magickal force as the Linnaeus broke through yet again, just as Molly and her cohorts managed to throw back an assault on the Tower door with heavy casualties.

Using the fortuitously gaudy fireworks of the Linnaeus' return as a diversion (in truth, Marley was so primed for the fight that he would have used a belching Goblin or thrown a spitball (or even a goblin, for that matter) at a cart horse to get the diversion he wanted), Marley sprang upon the Knight Guarding the courtyard gate, who had removed his helmet in the heat, and tolchocked him with the spanner-sword's pommel, sending him reeling into the back of one of the other-Toby's helpers, all three men falling to the ground in a tangle of arms, legs, scabbards adn ill-fastened armor pieces (funny how they always get in the way at the exactly worst possible moment Marley thought to himself). 

Marley ran forward, knocking Knights and others aside in a mad rush to get to Molly's lot and the door "Come on, then, if yer coming!" he yelled to the others, as he drew his Webley, and shot two of the Other-Celia's handlers, dodging, just  barely, a particularly vicious and frighteningly powerful bolt from the Other-Celia's palm. "Well, now for it, he thought, as eh realized he couldn't shoot teh other Celia, no matter how much he wanted to. The fellow with the rign suddenly loomed up behind him; that was a bad idea with someone like Marley. He whirled around and caught the man a solid WHUNK! on the helmet, crushing it in with the spanner-pommel of his sword just as he began to twist the ring, muttering what sounded like the preamble to a particularly virulent curse spell. He snarled as green fire blazed across his armor even as teh handler crumbled at his feet, the flames heating it to momentary incandescence. "Bloody-!"
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« Reply #417 on: July 19, 2015, 08:08:16 am »

The old wolf charged passed the group and towards the knight Ried had called Toby, almost trampling Reid in his rush, in his had swirled shadows and as the knight swung his sword the old barreled passed his guards knocking them out of his way and blocking the dark blade with the shadows coming from his hand. The old wolf stood several feet taller then the knight but they were locked together, unwilling to give an inch as iff they were equals.

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Outside the market James Purcell paced the alley way that led to the door of the market while Mr Smith watched him. "Any progress in trying to raise my older self?"
"No sir, something is interfering with the signal and I cant even find a bridge to use to improve the signal!"
James kept on pacing trying to work out a plan that would allow him to help, but the laws were the laws for a reason and he knew what the damage would be if he tried to ignore them. Muttering to him self, he didn't sense the presence approaching until Mr Smith coughed.
"Excuse me sir, have you seen Celia or Beety?"
Little toby asked looking scared.
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« Reply #418 on: July 19, 2015, 06:29:53 pm »

Celia raced ahead ducking and dogging the knights and managed to get a chunk torn out of once of her favourite skirts.  There was no time to stop the other her was too close if she forced her way in than she could access some of the lay line powers and who knows what that would do.  Panting she made it to the door with five knights on her tail.  She asked the door to open and groaned when it asked for the infinity light before allowing her in.  It was perfectly understandable for it to be locked down but summoning that light in battle was going to be a bother.  And then there was the fact that the other her looked to be coming down the stairs after her as well.  There was nothing for it at the moment so she made the best wards she could and started the intricate pulling and plucking of magic she needed.

The king looked at the wolf with the arrogant assurance of the young.  "So they called up a hell hound to bar my path.  Didn't know that two faced Morgan had that in her."
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« Reply #419 on: July 19, 2015, 07:23:13 pm »

Reid ran up beside Celia.  The large bronze door seemed to be blocked with magic.   The ranger had zero expertise with magic, but he did know his own ability with metal.   He watched Celia,draw within hers3lf to attempt something, but time was passing too quickly.   He slipped off one glove and touched the door.  

Like a thousand voices in his head Reid received the thoughts and feelings of those who had touched the door before.. His face showed little trace of the pain, but a small trickle of blood came from the ranger's nose.

In a voice not his own, Reid spoke in ancient Gaelic "ar oscailt chun solais!"

The door obeyed.  

Reid wiped his nose and took a deep breath.  With a short bow, he said "after you Celia."

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« Reply #420 on: July 19, 2015, 08:21:03 pm »

"No one summons the Grey Wolf, I go where I please!" the old wolf growled, "The hell hound is but a pup compared to me!" he replied as the shadows around him thickened as his form started to blur. Red lines started to appear over his exposed body as his robes fluttered around him like a cape.
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« Reply #421 on: July 19, 2015, 11:30:59 pm »

Celia slammed the door as hard as she could after pulling Reid in after her.  "Lets get the pact sealed and then get out there and stop that other me." She was not happy leaving the others behind but there was no way Celia was willing to risk losing the tower.  Celia pressed close to Reid and listened hard trying to get a feel for who was in the floors above them.  Then she nodded and pointed above.  Moving near silently she crept up the stairs hoping what she heard was friendly.

"I will be king.  The Morgan may have turned her back on us but I still bare her blessing.  You can't fell me."  He moved forward with a skill far greater than his age would hold hoping to score a hit before the magic his opponent was drawing was fully here.
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« Reply #422 on: July 19, 2015, 11:35:25 pm »

In the close confines, Reid sheathed the katana across his back, and drew the dagger.   It would likely be more useful absorbing energy than slicing, but the tight hallway demanded a small blade.   

The ranger looked at Celia and gave her a supportive nod.
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« Reply #423 on: July 20, 2015, 12:43:30 am »

Toby ran towards Beety "They're us, oh Beety they're us and the goblins have been hurting us all this time, we didn't escape. We're only half real."  Tears ran down his face  "Please Beety, Celia's going to kill herself.  You've got to help!"  

Beety scrabbled in her bag and produced a can opener. "The handle is from the horn of the great stag, the metal is Sheffield Steel, use it on the armour."  She began pushing magic aside with the umbrella so that Toby could get to the trapped king. As they moved she shouted at the tower using as much magic as she could and all of her trained actor's voice.  "Celia, Toby needs you!"


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« Reply #424 on: July 20, 2015, 02:06:25 am »

The figure below her had to be real. There was no faking that voice and the little boy with her well it was like looking back in time.  Her poor scared little man, how hard hit had been to carve out a life here were every stone was unfriendly and she could only comfort his body and not the weariness of his heart.  It had been years they both suffered trying to be strong for each other before the knights broke them free of this place.  Seeing the tear tracks on his cheeks broke her heart.  "My baby." She half sobbed and broke from her handler the queen could no longer stand the strain on her heart. He tried again to stop her but the pain barely caused her to stumble.  "Don't cry darling Mama is here."  The knight frowned he was hoping not to have to use the other spells at his disposal but if she continued to disobey well, as long as she wasn't permanently damaged he was sure he could explain it to the high lord.

"if I remember right the goblin trade hall is on the fifth floor and other than the clock it self that seams the most likely place to find someone in charge,"  As Celia went up the stairs she started to notice drops of blood that looked quite fresh.  "Well if there is any one left."  She ran quicker worried they would come upon a slaughter.
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