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gondolindrim2013-03-16 02:13 pm
finrod) wrote in gondolindrim2013-03-16 02:13 pm
The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
Finrod tries every spell that might corrode the metal into rust, and every spell of strength he can remember to break the chain binding him. It's only when these fail that he thinks of the basic principles of metalwork. The links and bands of steel will have seams for all their outward smoothness. He focuses on the centre chain link first, but though it grows hot enough that he can burn his fingertips if he stretches to touch the chain, the solder does not fail.
He sighs and jerks on the chain in frustration. The cuts on his neck itch. He recalls the girl's - Rae's - words.
"Strong blood makes good magic."
A shiver runs through him even as he finds the joint in the band on his left wrist. It grows red-hot, but he concentrates hard enough to ignore the worst of the pain, even as blood begins to trickle over the metal. He can feel the metal give, bends it on the rung of the chair just enough to work his hand free...
From there it's easy enough to snap the length of chain that had linked his wrists together, and he throws the broken band into the water as soon as he gets out of the room. He can't ignore his wounds indefinitely, and a hot, sick feeling courses through him. Still, he keeps his footsteps silent.
So, from here we'll play in comments for the rescue party arriving and ensuing chaos!
He sighs and jerks on the chain in frustration. The cuts on his neck itch. He recalls the girl's - Rae's - words.
"Strong blood makes good magic."
A shiver runs through him even as he finds the joint in the band on his left wrist. It grows red-hot, but he concentrates hard enough to ignore the worst of the pain, even as blood begins to trickle over the metal. He can feel the metal give, bends it on the rung of the chair just enough to work his hand free...
From there it's easy enough to snap the length of chain that had linked his wrists together, and he throws the broken band into the water as soon as he gets out of the room. He can't ignore his wounds indefinitely, and a hot, sick feeling courses through him. Still, he keeps his footsteps silent.
So, from here we'll play in comments for the rescue party arriving and ensuing chaos!
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He turns and shines his torch on the walls, and stares at both the rose tile, and the symbol that was present at all the bodies.
Putting his map away, he continues down the tunnel, occasionally stopping to check the walls for the symbol and tile. He doesn't realize it, but he is approaching the altar room, where the cult members are planning their sacrifice. But the magic is strong down here, and the back of his neck prickles with the curses and spells that are heavy in the air.
He hears voices and footsteps approaching, and he quickly turns down another tunnel, hoping to find a hiding place.]